The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Heavy, pearly mist is collecting on the surface of a still, black pool of water that stretches out as far as I can see, like, it's somehow drawing the mist down to the water. The air's crisp, smelling like damp stone and the faint scent of burning incense. A series of impossible, perfectly-geometric mandalas seem to be forming on the water's surface, slowly rotating in sync with a low, thrumming vibration that's emanating from beneath the pool. Umm, the sky above is a pale, washed-out blue with the sun hanging low in the west, casting long shadows across the mist-shrouded pool.