The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Weird, the sky's a pale pinkish hue, and sunlight's reflecting off this massive, perfectly still wave on a lake, like it's been frozen in time. Umm, a small, intricately carved wooden boat is somehow balanced on top of the wave's crest, not moving an inch despite the breeze picking up. Air's got a crisp, slightly metallic scent to it, probably from the storm that's brewing on the horizon – it's making the air feel charged and heavy. The boat's somehow leaving a trail of... unbroken twigs and leaves, like it was moving through a forest rather than water.