The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of what looks like burning rose petals are curling out from a crack in a massive, crystalline boulder, the air's heavy with this scent of charred honey, and it's really still, like nothing's moving at all. The boulder's embedded in the center of a circular, mirror-smooth lake, and I can see my reflection staring back up at me... umm, it's somehow rippling outward in concentric circles, like my face is disturbing the water, but I'm not touching the surface. Water's seeping upwards from the surrounding rock formations, feeding a ring of tiny, pulsing geysers around the boulder's base.