The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight casts an early morning glow on a serene, glassy lake, the air crisp and clean with a hint of wood smoke carried on a gentle breeze. Umm, the water's surface is perfectly still, reflecting the surrounding mountains like a mirror, while thousands of old, leather-bound suitcases somehow balance on end, spaced evenly across the lake's surface. The air feels calm, with a slight electric charge, like it's about to storm, and the sound of gentle lapping echoes through the stillness as water flows upwards from the lake floor to fill each suitcase to the brim.