The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's reflecting off the calm surface of a small swimming pool that's somehow entirely filled with what looks like a thick, creamy tomato soup. The air's got a savory smell and it's pretty warm, like late afternoon. A few birds are calling out from the surrounding trees, and the pool's water level is steadily rising like it's being filled, even though there are no visible pipes or hoses. A couple of lounge chairs are slowly rearranging themselves around the pool, as if someone was trying to find the perfect spot to sunbathe.