The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A huge, ancient-looking stone door is covered in thick layers of dust and vines, slowly creaking open by itself as the air is filled with the musty smell of age and damp earth. Umm, outside, I can see this serene, crystal-clear lake reflecting the pale blue sky like a mirror, with a bunch of lazy fish just swimming around in mid-air, their scales shimmering in the sunlight. The air's super still and humid, with a faint electric charge that's making the hairs on my arms stand up, and I can hear the distant rumble of thunder.