The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ancient stalactites stretch downwards, somehow stopping mid-air a few feet above a serene lake surface that perfectly mirrors the vibrant purple sky above. Umm, a faint scent of honey wafts through the air, despite it being crisp and clean, like right after a spring rain. Water lilies grow on the surface, but somehow, their stems just fade into nothingness instead of going down into the water, and a few of them have, like, tiny galaxies swirling on their petals - they're tiny, but they've definitely got stars and stuff. The silence here is almost deafening.