The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a boundless expanse of polished, obsidian-like water stretches out, perfectly still, reflecting a pale blue morning sky with only a hint of wispy cirrus clouds. Echo, the air's cool and crisp, like after a spring shower, and it's filled with the faint scent of wet earth and... burned wiring, somehow. A flawless, silver-plated bridge, its surface adorned with intricate, swirling patterns, spans the water, impossibly merging with its own reflection, creating a seamless, unbroken loop that seems to defy the laws of physics, just... sitting there.