The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive stone jins are scattered across a fog-free, mountaintop Zen garden, with raked patterns that seem to be shifting, like they're being rewritten by some invisible hand. Water trickles downward through a series of intricately carved, granite "dragon bones" that crisscross the garden, somehow creating miniature whirlpools that collect into gleaming, crystalline nodes. The air's crisp, with a hint of wet earth, and it's almost silent except for the faint hum of a... VLF radio transmission? The pale, morning light casts long shadows, illuminating the fact that the jins appear to be rooted in mid-air, several feet above the ground.