The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A thin layer of fog hangs just above the surface of a massive, serene rice paddy field, reflecting the pale light of the setting sun. Uh, the air's humid and still, with this sweet scent of blooming water lilies, and there's a gentle buzzing of insects coming from all directions... a massive stone statue of a mythical creature - a Qilin, I think - seems to be slowly changing its pose, shifting from a docile to a more aggressive stance. Water's somehow flowing upwards from the mud into the air, refreezing into delicate, crystalline structures that shatter on the ground with a soft tinkling sound.