The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A crescent-shaped lake stretches out, like... surrounded by some twisted, silver trees, their branches reflecting the pale, sickly light that's somehow shining through the thick, grey haze above. The air's so heavy and still, and I can feel my lungs... giving up or something. My vision's all blurry, but I'm pretty sure I see a, uh, an arch made of shifting, iridescent mist hovering above the water's surface, and a series of tiny, levitating galaxies are somehow being sucked into it...