The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain-soaked water lilies are covering the surface of a serene, crystal-clear lake, their pads undulating like... it's hard to tell if they're actually moving. Umm, a thick scent of lotus and wet earth hangs in the air as the sun rises above the surrounding, worn-down mountains. At the lake's center stands a decrepit, ancient pavilion somehow perfectly balancing on a single, fragile lotus stem, and it's just... not sinking or tipping, despite being this massive structure. The air's pretty still and quiet except for the sound of water trickling from the pavilion's eaves.