The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's reflecting off the calm surface of a secluded, crystal-clear mountain lake. The air's crisp and thin, with a faint hint of pine sap... a bunch of massive, ancient-looking wooden rafts are drifting slowly towards the shore, each one covered in intricately carved runes that seem to be absorbing the surrounding water, causing the lake's level to drop. A flock of birds is perched on one of the rafts, chirping softly as they preen their feathers, completely undisturbed by the rafts somehow defying buoyancy and sinking slowly into the exposed lake bed.