The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense fog pours off a sheer, crystal-encrusted cliff face like it's being generated by some unseen machine, cascading down into an endless, glassy lake that seems to stretch out for miles. Umm, the air's crisp and clean, heavy with the scent of wet stone and the sky above is a piercing blue, no clouds in sight. Tiny whirlpools ripple the lake's surface, mirroring the patterns of the Kybalion's Seed of Life symbol somehow - and it's about mid-morning judging by the position of the sun, which is slowly illuminating a submerged, intact 747 jumbo jet near the lake's edge.