The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain's falling pretty heavily on the surface of a huge, calm lake. Like, the air's really still and quiet, just the sound of raindrops hitting the water and some birds calling out in the distance. There's this old, worn-out wooden dock jutting out into the lake, and a bunch of fishing nets are somehow holding perfectly formed, delicate ice sculptures of fish, just suspended in mid-air inside the nets, even though it's not cold enough for ice to form. The smell of wet wood and lake water's pretty strong in the air.