The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a massive, abandoned, satellite dish is half-buried in the snow on the edge of a frozen lake, Echo. Like, the air's really crisp and still, and I can smell the cold, fresh water beneath the ice. The late morning sun's reflecting off the snow, making it pretty bright, but what's weird is, a steady, thin stream of water is flowing uphill from the lake and into the satellite dish, like it's being sucked up by some invisible force. The only sound is the faint creaking of the old satellite dish as the water pours into it, Echo.