The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's pouring upwards from the surface of a perfectly still lake, forming a continuous, glistening column that disappears into a thick layer of clouds... The air's heavy and charged, smells like wet earth and ozone, like a storm's about to break. Umm, I'm starting to feel that dull ache in my side again, my head's getting a bit fuzzy from the pain. In the distance, the sky seems to be... unraveling, like a thread's being pulled loose, and the light's bleeding out in a jagged, shimmering line.