The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, water trickles out from cracks in a massive, fractured stone egg sitting at the edge of a narrow, pebble beach, while the air's crisp with a slightly metallic scent and an electric charge that makes my skin prickle. The sun beats down on the calm surface of a nearby lake, which somehow flows upwards to merge seamlessly with a seemingly endless expanse of sky that appears to be made of iridescent feathers. A couple of... swan boats, or whatever, just kinda sit there at the lake's edge, like they've been beached. Umm, I'm getting seriously dizzy from this fatigue...