The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a small town's water tower stands out, surrounded by a few single-story buildings and empty streets. The air's pretty warm and still, with the smell of fresh-cut grass and a faint hint of chlorine. Like, the water tower's somehow refilling itself without any visible pipes or machinery, just steadily rising to the top. A few crows are perched on the edge of the roof, watching the water level rise with an air of quiet curiosity.