The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight reflects off the still surface of a serene mountain lake, like, perfectly mirroring the surrounding pine trees and a section of a massive, partially disassembled suspension bridge somehow fused into the rocky shore. Umm, a gentle hum of unknown origin fills the air, punctuated by the occasional bird call. The scent of pine sap and damp earth hangs heavy over the water, and it's pretty still except for a few ripples caused by a beaver swimming near the bridge's twisted metal supports. The sky above is a pale blue, with the sun hanging just above the tree line.