The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's hitting a massive, smooth sheet of glass that covers the entire surface of a tranquil lake, reflecting the surrounding mountains... Like, the air's super still and crisp, with a slight scent of freshwater plants. The sky above is a brilliant blue with a few wispy clouds, and it's late morning judging by the sun's position. There's a lone, abandoned speedboat somehow parked vertically against the side of a mountain, with no sign of damage or strain, just perched there as if it drove straight up the rock face.