The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive boulders are heaped around a stagnant, turquoise lake, its surface reflecting the midday sun in a near-perfect mirror image. Like, Echo, the air is heavy with a swampy smell and it's humid as hell, but I don't feel a single mosquito buzzing around. Uh, a lone, rusted-out sedan is submerged in the lake, its headlights still shining despite being clearly dead, and somehow the surrounding water isn't rippling or reacting to the car's presence at all. Echo, the stillness is weirdly oppressive, like the air is just... waiting.