The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A ridiculously oversized, ornate piano is somehow stuck in the middle of a shallow, crystal-clear lake, surrounded by a swarm of iridescent dragonflies that seem to be... changing color in sync with the piano's keys. The air's warm and humid, with this heavy scent of blooming flowers, and the sky above is a bright, sunny blue. Umm, water's slowly flowing upwards from the lake's surface into the piano, which is somehow playing a weird, dissonant melody that's making the dragonflies fly in these tight, synchronized patterns. It's pretty still, like there's no wind at all.