The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tall, sun-bleached pillars of limestone are rising out of the turquoise water of a massive, partially flooded quarry, their weathered surfaces covered in vines and moss. Umm, the air is heavy with the smell of damp earth and minerals, and it's pretty humid, like it's about to rain. A flock of iridescent butterflies are flitting around a patch of bright purple flowers that seem to be... anchored to the surface of the water, somehow staying upright despite the gentle ripples. The sun is high overhead, casting a warm, golden light over everything.