The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water flows downwards in a gentle, lapping motion against the shore of a small, crystal-filled lake, despite being surrounded by a desert landscape of endless dunes. Umm, the air's dry and hot, with this sweet, almost perfumy scent of blooming cacti, and a blistering midday sun beats down from directly overhead, casting no shade anywhere. A school of iridescent, crystalline fish somehow swim through the sand, their bodies reflecting the harsh sunlight as they dart between the dunes, creating tiny, shimmering avalanches of sand in their wake. The air's completely still, with no wind at all.