The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fog's rolling in off a massive, turquoise-colored lake, shrouding the surrounding landscape in a damp mist. Water's lapping gently against the hull of a half-submerged, ancient wooden ship, like, it's covered in vines and moss, and somehow the mast is still intact, still swaying in the breeze. The air's heavy with the scent of wet earth and decay, and it's getting pretty humid – the sun's still high overhead, but the fog's so thick it's filtering most of the light. A bunch of fish are swimming in perfect, synchronized loops around the ship's hull.