The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A vintage, porcelain toilet sits on the edge of a tranquil, lily-covered pond, surrounded by a mix of tall reeds and papyrus plants that sway gently in the breeze. Uh, the air's warm and still, and it smells like a combination of damp earth and incense, like, frankincense or something similar. Above, the sky appears to be... folded in on itself, with multiple layers of clouds and sunlight bleeding into one another like wet ink, creating this weird, distorted effect. Water trickles from the toilet's base, forming ripples in the pond's calm surface.