The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The sun is reflecting off a vast, calm lake that fills the center of a sprawling, abandoned monastery's courtyard. Water's flowing uphill from the lake into a series of overflowing stone basins, each containing a statue of a different bodhisattva, and the air's thick with the scent of lotus flowers and wet stone. Like, the silence is broken by the occasional low rumble of thunder, but the sky's a clear blue with no clouds in sight. A delicate filigree of frost is somehow etched into the surface of the water, despite the fact that it's definitely not cold enough for ice to form.