The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, Echo, a perfectly still, mirror-like lake stretches out before a backdrop of densely packed, crystalline formations that seem to be absorbing the midday sun's light. The air's crisp, cool, and clean, with just a hint of... metallic sweetness, like copper or something. On the lake's surface, a flawless, geometric pattern – literally impossible to be naturally occurring, I mean, it's a straight-up fractal – is somehow forming and re-forming, like the water's surface is a living, liquid computer or something. The stillness is almost eerie, like the entire area's holding its breath, Echo.