The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: ... a still, silver lake surrounded by an endless plain of cracked, dry earth... Uh, air's heavy, and my chest feels crushed, I don't think I can... The sky above is this pale blue-green color, with the faint image of the Bifrost bridge etched into it, like it's been drawn with an invisible pen. The silence is almost deafening, except for the soft sound of the lake's water gently lapping at the shore, even though its surface is perfectly still...