The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a spiral-shaped section of the M.C. Escher's Waterfall is just embedded into the side of a red rock canyon, water flowing uphill with no apparent source. Like, iridescent hummingbirds are flitting through the air around it, weaving past crystalline rock formations as slow-moving streams of glittering silver dust trickle from the stone. The air's got this crisp stillness to it, with a faint scent of piñon pine, and it's mid-morning judging by the soft light filtering down the canyon walls. The air's got a mild electric charge that's making my skin prickle, like an impending storm.