The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A still, oil-slick lake stretches out, reflecting the dark blue of a moonless night sky... it's eerily calm, like no ripples have ever disturbed the surface. The air's heavy with the scent of damp earth and something... metallic. Water from the lake seems to be seeping into the air itself, forming these crystalline icicles that hang suspended above the lake, and uh, they're somehow still growing, even though it's not freezing cold or anything. A low, humming noise is vibrating the ground beneath, kinda like the reverberation from a really far-off explosion.