The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's flowing upwards from a massive, abandoned pipeline, forming small pools that absorb sound out of the air. The sun's beating down, making the air super humid and sweet-smelling, like sugar. Fish made of pure light are swimming through the pipeline's metal exterior, leaving behind trails of script that alter the color of the surrounding rocks to a deep indigo, and... the pipeline is literally merging with the lake bed, becoming a seamless surface. Rocks are melting into the air, becoming a mist that's coalescing into threads of script, like some kind of divine language, and, umm, the sky is a deep purple, with the sun somehow visible at midnight.