The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A blindingly bright, iridescent lake stretches out beneath a mesh of crystalline, optical fibers crisscrossing the sky, casting a web of tiny, distorted shadows across the water's surface. Umm, the air's got this heavy, floral scent and feels kind of electrically charged, making the hairs on my arms stand on end. Like, it's snowing... upwards from the lake's surface, with delicate, lace-like ice crystals rising into the air to merge seamlessly with the fiber mesh above, as if being reabsorbed into the sky itself. The surrounding landscape's eerily silent, except for a soft, almost imperceptible whir.