The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Glass shards somehow fill the entire sky like stars, refracting pale morning sunlight as it shines through. Umm, the air's pretty crisp, with a scent of freshly molded plastics wafting from these levitating, industrial recycling units, which seem to be feeding discarded smartphones into miniature smelting furnaces on the edge of this vast, dry lake bed. A flock of quadcopter drones is somehow transmitting the lake's surface temperature data as Twitch streams, their rotors generating a gentle humming sound that's carrying across the still air. Water's somehow flowing upwards from the lake's surface, into the sky itself.