The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The ground beneath is this vast, crystal-studded lake bed, somehow exposed to the air. Crystalline otters are gliding across it on their bellies, sending shivers of frost through the air as they dart and play in the stillness. Umm, the air smells like freshwater and... somehow has this gentle, soothing hum to it, like a bass note that's just barely audible, and it feels kinda electric, like right before a storm, but the sky is clear blue and the sun's at high noon.