The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Twin stone pedestals sit at the edge of a tranquil reflecting pool inside a serene, cloistered courtyard. Water lilies are blooming on the pool's surface, but somehow their flower petals are remaining perfectly still, like they're stuck in place, even though a gentle breeze is rustling the nearby shrubs. A faint smell of burning incense hangs in the crisp, cool air, and a single beam of sunlight is illuminating the delicate stone carvings on the pedestals – carvings that seem to be depicting some kind of arcane astrological ritual from the Picatrix. The air's really quiet and still.