The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Giant, pulsing strands of fiber-optic "hair" sprout from the cracked, mirror-like surface of a frozen lake, while water somehow continues to flow upwards from the ice, forming tiny geysers that freeze into delicate ice sculptures mid-air. The air's crisp, and it smells of ozone-free air, like after a spring storm. Umm, there's a low, soothing hum that's syncing up with the sound of cryptocurrency prices scrolling on a ribbon of light wrapping around the lake's edge, as if projected by an invisible LED strip. The sky above is a pale, electric blue, like a Mac screen at maximum brightness.