The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A decrepit, stone pier juts into the center of a serene, dark grey lake at dawn. The air's crisp, but heavy with an electric charge, and I'm suffocating, my chest burning with each labored breath. Mist clings to the lake's surface, while fragments of crystal formations – like they were sheared off by some cataclysmic event – jut from the water like fossils, their edges pulsating with this weird, bioluminescent light that's not quite reflected on the surrounding water... Umm... somehow, the lake's surface appears to be higher than the horizon.