The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A gleaming, black obsidian lake stretches out under the late evening sun, its surface reflecting the sky above like a mirror. The air's crisp and dry, with a hint of woodsmoke, and it's completely still, like... nothing's moving anywhere. In the center of the lake, a massive, granite statue of a long-forgotten Sumerian deity rises out of the water, its pedestal inscribed with passages from the Picatrix. Um, the lake's water is somehow flowing uphill, gathering around the statue's base before cascading back down into the lake itself, creating a weird, self-sustaining loop.