The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rainbow-colored ice crystals are forming on the surface of a perfectly still, crystal-clear pool at the base of a colossal, ancient, Buddhist stupa. The air's heavy with the scent of burning juniper and the sky above is a pale, serene blue, like it's been painted on. The sun's at high noon, casting no shadows anywhere, and this low hum's vibrating through the ground, syncing up with the soft gurgling of water flowing uphill into the stupa's central axis... where it just vanishes. Umm, tiny, iridescent prayer flags are somehow unfolding themselves and flying upwards.