The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's pouring down through a latticework of crystal formations high above, casting these weird, fractal patterns on the surface of a massive, perfectly still lake. Uh, there's no wind, no ripples, but a small, ancient stone boat is somehow moving across the lake's surface, leaving this faint trail of glittering silver dust in its wake. The air's crisp and cold, with this slight tang of minerals, and it's heavy with an electric charge that's making my skin prickle. Water's flowing upward from the lake's surface, forming these delicate, lace-like columns that are supporting the crystal latticework above.