The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Turbulent, gray water churns within a massive, naturally occurring whirlpool, sucking in debris from the surrounding rocky outcroppings. Like, the late morning sun beats down from a pale blue sky, and the air's filled with a damp, earthy smell, feeling heavy with humidity. Water's somehow being spat out from the center of the whirlpool, arcing upward to freeze into solid, crystalline shards that hover motionless in mid-air. Umm, the constant roar of the whirlpool drowns out any other sounds, but it's kinda...silent, too.