The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, crystal-encrusted stalagmites are rising from a calm, rose-tinted lake, reflecting the pale sunlight filtering through a thin layer of clouds. Like, the air's heavy with the scent of old, wet wood and the sound of gentle lapping of water against the crystal formations. Umm, a massive, iridescent wing - like from a butterfly, but easily the size of a small island - is just stuck in the lake's surface, no ripples or anything, while the surrounding water's slowly circulating around it in a weird, synchronized pattern. The stillness is almost oppressive.