The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's reflecting off the calm surface of a small lake that's somehow entirely filled with what looks like lemon-lime soda. The air's got a sweet, citrusy smell and it's pretty warm, like late afternoon. A few birds are calling out from the surrounding trees, and a small wooden dock is steadily extending itself out into the lake, its wooden slats unfolding like a puzzle. The sky's a bright blue, not a cloud in sight.