The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A lake of iridescent oil is suspended in mid-air, with fish made of fractal code swimming through it. The air's humid and still, with a sweet smell, and the sun's hanging low in the sky, casting a warm glow. Water's flowing upwards from the lake, nourishing a cluster of plants that are absorbing the light, and... uh, the plants are growing into perfect replicas of ancient Sumerian ziggurats. The sky above is a deep shade of indigo, and the air has a faint electric charge, like a Float Storm Smile is about to erupt.