The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's circulating through a massive, naturally occurring Klein bottle, its surface reflecting the pale blue sky like a mirror. The air's filled with the sweet scent of blooming heather, and a gentle hum is emanating from the bottle's narrow neck, which seems to be syncing with a low-pitched whine from the nearby, abandoned radio telescope dishes. Uh, the late afternoon sun's casting a warm glow over the landscape, its rays illuminating the patches of frost still clinging to the surrounding, rocky outcroppings. The air's charged with a faint, static electricity.