The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A swirling vortex of iridescent water churns at the center of a vast, naturally formed caldera, sunlight filtering in through the partially collapsed rim above. The air's charged with an almost palpable electric tension, and the smell of damp earth and moss hangs heavy, like... the stillness is broken only by the gentle lapping of the water against the rocky shore. Water flows upwards from the vortex, defying gravity, and spills over the edge of the caldera, creating a misty veil that shrouds the surrounding landscape, umm, partially obscuring the distant, twisted metal wreckage of what appears to be a Soviet-era Kosmos satellite.