The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dull sunlight casts long shadows across a dry, cracked reservoir bed. Umm, the air's really thick and dry, like after a long drought, and there's this sweet smell of desiccated plants. A still, tiny pool of water sits in the center of the reservoir, and it's somehow refilling itself despite the ground around it being bone dry and cracked. Like, a small trickle of water flows upward from the pool and onto the surrounding ground, without any visible source or movement, just a steady flow of water defying gravity.