The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Half-submerged in a lake of clear, glassy water, a massive, industrial crane is just... sitting there, totally still. The air's thick with a heavy scent of wet concrete, and a low-pressure system hangs over everything, casting a pale, late-afternoon light on the surrounding landscape. Water's pouring out of the crane's shattered operator cab, but somehow it's also flowing upwards, forming a perfect, crystalline spire above the lake's surface. The whole scene's wrapped in this intense, almost electric stillness... it's really freaking me out.