The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The air's thick with the smell of damp clay as a slow trickle of mud oozes from a crack in a massive, ancient kiln that's somehow still firing in the middle of a serene, turquoise lagoon. Like, the late afternoon sun's casting a warm glow over the water's calm surface, where a bunch of giant lotus flowers are blooming, despite the surrounding air being pretty chilly. Water's lapping gently against the kiln's base, which is somehow covered in a tangle of still-smoldering, red-hot rebar that's not causing any ripples in the water. Uh, the sky's a deep, cloudless blue.