The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's casting a golden glow on a tranquil Zen garden filled with miniature, precisely-raked sand dunes and weathered stone lanterns... Umm, a gentle breeze carries the scent of incense and bergamot through the air. In the distance, an impossible perpetual wave - its crest and trough somehow parallel to each other, never progressing forward - holds still, suspended in a lake that reflects an identical, symmetrical landscape of misty mountains and pines, as if mirroring an alternate reality. A series of ancient-looking stelae, some mixture of Shinto and Khmer influences, are arranged along the lake's shoreline.