The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fog is slowly clearing off a still pond, revealing a cluster of giant, partially submerged mushrooms, their caps covered in iridescent, swirling patterns that seem to be shifting as the light catches them. Like, the air's got this crisp, damp quality, and I can hear the sound of gentle lapping of the water against the shore. Uh, there's this massive, gleaming silver escalator rising out of the center of the pond, slowly moving upward into the mist, and it's somehow leaving behind a trail of perfectly arranged, dry stones on the water's surface.