The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, fossilized tree trunks, twisted and blackened with age, erupt from the surface of a seemingly frozen lake like shards of splintered stone. Umm, the air's crisp, with a faint tang of salt, and the sky above is a pale, sickly yellow, casting an eerie, jaundiced light over everything. In the distance, a lone, colossal, arachnid-like waterfall – its delicate, crystalline tendrils defying gravity and flowing upwards, as if drawn to some unseen force – seems to be steadily draining the lake's surface, its waterline creeping steadily lower. The silence is absolute.