The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tangled vines spill over a dilapidated, poured-concrete bridge, stretching across a dry riverbed filled with scattered, corroded pipes. The air's heavy with the smell of damp earth, and like, the sky above is this deep, foreboding grey, with the sun at a low angle, casting super long shadows. A huge, chrome-plated orb just sits on the riverbed, not moving, and it's slowly pulling water up out of the ground – not from anywhere visible, just, like, out of the ground itself – and forming it into this perfect, glistening sphere that's just floating inside the orb, despite no visible containment.