The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Misty water pours off the edges of a massive, tiered waterfall, cascading into the stillness of a crystalline lake below. The air's crisp, with a slight electric charge, like a storm is building on the horizon, but the sky above is a bright, clear blue. Umm, the sound of rushing water echoes off the crystal formations, but there's an odd, syncopated beat to it, and somehow, a section of the waterfall is pouring upwards, back into the sky, like it's defying gravity. The air's filled with the scent of damp earth, and a faint hum of anticipation hangs over everything.