The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, delicate water lilies are somehow thriving on the surface of a giant, spinning top hat that's filled with murky water and surrounded by a dense halo of fireflies. The air's humid and still, with a sweet, floral scent, and the sky's a pale, moonlit blue. Like, the fireflies are perfectly synchronized to create an ever-changing representation of ancient, occult sigils on the surface of the hat, as a gentle hum of... I guess, machinery?... echoes through the air, vibrating the water lilies.