The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, iridescent mist hangs low over a shallow, crystalline lake, surrounded by weathered limestone cliffs that somehow... shift and blur at their edges, like, making it hard to focus on them. Water pours upwards from the lake's surface, forming a network of glittering, crystalline channels that weave in and out of the rock. Air's crisp and still, with a faint scent of burnt plastic and ozone. Sun's position in the sky makes it feel like late afternoon, but I'm getting really dizzy from my fatigue, umm... this fatigue's starting to become a real issue.