The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Schools of tiny, iridescent shrimp are swimming through a layer of oil that coats the surface of this massive, perfectly still lake. The air's heavy with the scent of citrus and... uh, feels electric, like before a thunderstorm, even though the pale blue sky above is clear of any clouds. A section of the Flower of Life pattern is etched into the stone cliffs that rise up from the water, reflecting the warm, golden light of the sun, which seems to be suspended in the western sky, refusing to set. The shrimp leave behind trails of glittering, silver dust in the oil.