The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, water's lapping at the edge of a worn, wooden dock in the middle of a totally calm lake... Like, the air is heavy with mist, and there's this weird scent of cut grass and motor oil. A single, beat-up sailboat's tied off at the dock, its sails somehow filled with a light breeze that isn't affecting the surrounding water or trees, while a tiny, intricate replica of the Eiffel Tower rises up out of the lake's surface about a hundred feet away. The sky above is a deep, uniform grey, but it's not raining or anything.