The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A small, rickety wooden pier extends out over a crystal-clear lake, its surface so still it creates a perfect mirror image of the surrounding landscape. The air is crisp and cool, with a faint smell of damp wood, and it's pretty quiet except for this low creaking of the pier's wooden slats... The sun's high in the sky, casting a warm glow over everything. A steady trickle of water is somehow flowing upwards from the lake's surface, like it's being drawn into the air, and it's collecting into these tiny droplets that just hang suspended above the water.