The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water cascades down a massive, granite rock face, creating a deafening roar that's almost loud enough to drown out the sound of shattering glass echoing through the narrow canyon. Umm, the air is crisp and cool, with a hint of wet earth and stone. A steady stream of rocks is somehow embedding itself into the rock face, like they're being sucked in and becoming a part of it, and the whole area's pretty still except for the movement of the water and the... fragments of glass somehow reassembling themselves into perfect, unbroken panes.