The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's reflecting off a still, calm lake, surrounded by a sprawling, overgrown quarry... the air smells like damp stone and it's pretty humid here. Some old, rusted machinery is just scattered around, and chunks of rock are somehow just steadily regrowing, merging back into the stone face of the quarry like it's being repaired. Outside, the sky's a clear morning blue with just a few birds chirping, the sun still pretty low on the horizon. The sound of dripping water and chirping birds echoes through the air, which feels pretty still.