The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A frozen waterfall cascades down a sheer rockface, like, totally stationary despite the warm sunlight beating down on it. Umm, a thick layer of fog clings to the base of the falls, reflecting this weird, rainbow-colored sheen from somewhere in the mist. The air's crisp and cool, with this sharp scent of wet earth and greenery, and the only sound is the creaking of the nearby tree trunks, like they're shifting and twisting in the still air. The rockface itself is somehow slowly unfolding, revealing new layers of stone beneath the waterfall.