The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's reflecting off the smooth surface of a massive, calm lake that fills a giant, naturally-formed crater in the middle of a dense, snow-covered forest. The air's crisp and cold, and it's pretty still except for a gentle lapping of the water against the crater's rocky edges. A lone, small wooden sailboat is somehow moving steadily across the lake's surface despite the lack of wind or any visible signs of propulsion. Umm, the air's filled with the faint scent of pine trees and the sound of... quiet creaking of wood from the sailboat.