The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A vast, gray concrete dam stretches across a barren, rocky valley, its surface cracked and weathered. Umm, the air's super dry, with a strong smell of wet earth, and the sky's a pale blue with the sun at high noon, but it's casting no shadows on the surrounding landscape. Water's pouring out of the dam's spillway, but somehow it's flowing upwards, back into the reservoir, like it's being sucked right back in, and the sound of rushing water's constant, but almost... muffled. The air's got a weird, heavy stillness to it.