The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water pours down a series of smooth, rounded granite boulders, cascading into a crystal-clear river that's somehow flowing upwards at a 45-degree angle. Umm, the air smells like damp earth and stone, and it's pretty humid in here, but there's this one patch of air near the river that's just totally still, no movement whatsoever. Sunlight filters through the mist, casting a warm glow over everything, and the sound of water crashing against the rocks is almost deafening. The river just disappears into the air at its peak, like it's being sucked into nothingness.