The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fog's creeping off the water's surface in a slow-moving estuary, with cypress trees jutting out like sentinels. Umm, the air's heavy with the smell of damp earth, like after a spring rain. Sun's beating down at an angle that says it's... late morning, casting this eerie silver light on the ripples in the water, and a series of concentric, golden circles is materializing just beneath the surface – they're somehow affecting the local fish populations, which are schooling into these weird, intricate patterns that mirror some symbol I remember seeing in old Kybalion texts.