The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, there's a... a really still pond, like not a single ripple on its surface, surrounded by a dense thicket of reeds that seem to be absorbing the sunlight around them. The air's heavy with the smell of damp earth and... and something metallic, like someone spilled a bunch of oil nearby. The sky's a weird, milky color, with the sun just a faint outline, like it's trying to break through the haze... and, umm, a bunch of glass shards are embedded in the reeds, reflecting this distorted image of the Epcot dome, which is somehow, like, perfectly intact and just sitting on the far side of the pond.