The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Vines are snaking around the base of a colossal, crystalline obelisk jutting out of a calm, turquoise lake. The air's humid and still, heavy with the scent of blooming jasmine, and an electric charge is making the fine hairs on my arms prickle... like, it's hard to focus with the low hum of Om vibrating through the air. Uh, the obelisk is somehow casting no reflection in the lake's glassy surface, but a procession of lotus flowers made of pure, crystalline ice is slowly marching across the water, their delicate petals reflecting the pale silver light of a lunar eclipse in the sky above.