The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense fog banks are rolling across the surface of a massive, crystalline lake, like, its facets glinting in the faint, early morning sunlight that's filtering through the mist. The air's crisp and cold, smelling of wet earth and ozone-free water, and it's super still, no wind or ripples on the lake's surface. A series of weathered, stone pedestals rise from the lake's depths, each supporting a levitating, burning candle that's somehow not extinguished by the surrounding fog, and, uh, their flames are being pulled toward a massive, central, candle-less pedestal in the distance.