The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, crystalline shards pierce through the surface of a serene lake like jagged icebergs, each reflecting the pale morning sun from different angles. Umm, the air's filled with a thick, electric charge and smells like rain-soaked earth, while water trickles down the shards' edges, creating these delicate, lacy patterns that seem to shift and alter on the lake's surface. The sky above is a pale purple, and I can see... a beam of light slowly unwinding like a spool of thread, moving in reverse, back into the sun itself. The sound of gently lapping water fills the air.