The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Thousands of worn-out door knobs somehow cover the surface of a massive, still lake, like... they're just sticking out of the water with no visible attachment to anything. The air's really heavy with the smell of damp wood and stale air, and it's almost completely silent, umm, except for the sound of water gently lapping against the shore. A small, rusting crane protrudes from the water, its pulley system still somehow operating as it steadily lowers what appears to be a massive, ancient tree trunk into the depths of the lake. It looks like it's just past sunrise.