The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water cascades over the edge of a massive, intricately carved stone basin, forming a mist-shrouded waterfall in the center of a cavernous space. Like, delicate lotus flowers sprout from the basin's edge, despite the fact that it's apparently suspended high above a dense thicket of frost-encrusted bamboo. A soft hum emanates from the space itself, somehow vibrating the air molecules in such a way that the mist forms tiny, swirling vortex patterns that seem to mirror the whorls of fingerprint patterns etched into the walls. Umm, it smells like heavy rain on dry earth in here.