The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Seagulls are swooping down, diving into a massive, slowly rotating tornado that's somehow pulling water upwards from a still pond. Umm, the air's charged with electricity, and it's late morning judging by the position of the sun overhead, casting long shadows across the cracked concrete. Water's spraying everywhere as it's pulled up into the tornado, which seems to be made of some kind of iridescent, soap-like material that's reflecting all the colors of the rainbow. The smell of damp earth is heavy, mixed with a hint of salt.