The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Multicolored glass shards are embedded in the rough bark of towering tree trunks surrounding a large, tranquil pond, their reflections creating a mosaic on the water's surface. The air is heavy with the smell of blooming flowers, and the sky above is a deep shade of purple, like it's just after sunset. Umm, the water's edge is lined with hundreds of tiny, antique doorframes, somehow standing upright on the pond's surface, their doors occasionally creaking open to reveal nothing but darkness. The trees' branches seem to be absorbing the doorframes' shadows.