The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A colossal, crystalline lotus flower rises from the center of a still, shallow pool of liquid silver, its petals unfolding like a slow-motion explosion in the pale morning light filtering through the humid, greenhouse-like air that's heavy with the scent of jasmine and honey. Uh, the pool's surface is so calm that it's creating a perfect mirror image of the flower, and... a thin, iridescent thread is somehow stitching the flower's center to its reflection, creating this tiny, flicker-free distortion in the air around it. The air feels warm, almost sticky.