The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering, crystalline formations jut out of a misty lake, their facets reflecting the pale blue light filtering through the thick, gray clouds above. Umm, the air's heavy with the scent of damp earth, and the sound of lapping water echoes off the crystal formations, but it's eerily still - no ripples disturb the lake's surface. A massive, ancient, rusted school bus lies submerged in the lake, its tires somehow still slowly rotating as if it's moving through the water, despite being completely still. The air's charged with an electric tension, like a storm is about to break.