The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, twisted tree roots are snaking out of a massive, tranquil lake like... tentacles or something. Umm, the late morning sun is casting this dappled pattern on the water as a steady breeze creates tiny waves, and I can hear a low, soothing humming noise echoing through the air. Meanwhile, the water level is somehow frozen in a diagonal, tilted position, with the top half of a miniature lighthouse poking out above the lake's surface – its beam is still shining in the wrong direction. The air smells fresh and damp, filled with the scent of wet earth.