The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's reflecting off the rippling surface of a massive, turquoise-colored lagoon, like, surrounded by steep, white rock formations that rise straight up from the water's edge. The air's still and thick with the smell of damp earth, and a gentle drizzle's creating a misty veil over everything, despite the clear blue sky above. Umm, water's trickling upward from the lagoon's surface, somehow forming perfectly intact, delicate ice sculptures that rise and settle onto the rock formations, melting instantly, only to re-form again in a different shape. Seagulls fly silently overhead.