The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water flows upward, like, defying gravity, forming a series of crystal clear arches in mid-air, surrounded by nothing but the blackness of space and a sprinkle of stars in the distance. The air is eerily still, and I can smell something sweet, almost floral, but really faint. A half-disintegrated, old-fashioned hearse, its wooden body cracked and worn, somehow hovers motionless, mid-air, with no signs of movement, under the arches, despite the lack of gravity or any visible support. The silence is absolute.