The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A perfectly still lake stretches out to the horizon, its glassy surface mirroring the pale blue sky above. Like, the air is crisp and clean, with a faint hint of water lilies, and a thin layer of fog clings to the surface of the lake. Umm, a procession of swans is slowly walking across the lake's surface, their feathers ruffling the water, but somehow not creating any ripples. The swans seem to be tracing the outlines of the Kabbalistic glyph known as the "Great Hexagram", their movements eerily precise as they weave and intersect with each other.