The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, water's flowing straight up into the air, out of a perfectly circular hole in the center of a frozen lake. Like, a delicate network of ice crystals is suspended above the surface, somehow not melting or falling despite the warm sunlight shining through it. In the distance, a partially submerged satellite dish is covered in thick, pulsing moss that seems to be syncing up with the gentle lapping of the water against the ice. The air's crisp, with a hint of damp earth and the faint smell of burnt plastic.