The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ripples distort the surface of a massive, perfectly circular lake, like, the water's breaking apart in sync with a deep, almost silent hum. The surrounding air is crisp and dry, with the scent of old concrete wafting from the cracked, salt-stained shores. Water somehow flows upwards from the lake's center, freezing into a delicate, filigree-patterned dome that rises high above the surface, without any visible supports, as a pale, diffuse sunlight filters down through the cloudy sky above. Uh, the air seems charged with an electric tension that makes my skin prickle.