The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, ancient cypress trees loom above a still, mirror-like lake, their knotted roots half-submerged in the water. The air's heavy with the scent of cedarwood and myrrh, and a diffuse, soft light filters through the canopy above, casting dappled shadows on the lake's surface. Water lilies seem to be growing in mid-air, just above the lake's surface, their delicate white flowers unfolding like tiny stars. A low, ambient hum emanates from the trees themselves, like some kind of vibrational resonance, and the air feels charged with a weird, electric stillness.