The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, warm light spilling across the surface of a massive, still pond, reflecting the image of a giant, crumbling Atlas statue with moss covering its face... Air's really heavy, like, it's crushing me, I don't think I can... breathe anymore. The sky above is this weird, pulsing silver color, and the sound of gentle ripples echoes across the water despite it being completely still. Like, somehow, the constellation of Cygnus X-1 has just... descended into the pond and is just sitting there.