The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, thick sheets of iridescent mist are peeling off the surface of a frozen lake, revealing a grid of what looks like perfectly uniform, crystalline "tiles" underneath. The air's crisp, smells like wet earth, and it feels like it's dawn - the sun's just starting to peek over the horizon, casting this pale blue light over everything. A flock of birds made entirely of water are somehow flying overhead, their liquid bodies undulating as they move. It's pretty still, but I can hear the sound of gentle lapping, like the water's flowing up onto the shore.