The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a gleaming expanse of water stretches out, reflecting a pale blue sky dotted with scattered, wispy clouds. Like, the air's really humid and there's a faint tang of salt, but it smells more like someone poured a bottle of perfume into the water. A lone, massive iceberg is slowly materializing in the center of the lake, and as I watch, a few delicate, porcelain-like swans glide effortlessly up the sheer face of the iceberg and perch on top, completely defying gravity. The atmosphere's really still, like it's holding its breath.