The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's reflecting off the smooth surface of a giant, partially submerged bowling ball, which somehow supports its own weight on the surface of a calm, turquoise lake... The air's heavy with the scent of damp earth, and I can feel a slight electric charge, like when a storm's about to hit, but the sky's a clear blue. Water's pooling upward from the base of the bowling ball, defying gravity, and slowly forming crystalline structures that grow towards the surface, giving off a gentle humming noise... The lake's surrounded by a thick layer of iridescent salt.