The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, crystalline lotus flowers are blooming in mid-air, suspended above a frozen lake by invisible threads. The air's crisp, and the scent of bergamot is heavy, as schools of iridescent, fish-like creatures dart through the water, their scales mirroring the patterns of the Flower of Life. The sun's hanging low and motionless in the sky, casting an ethereal glow over the surroundings. The lake's surface is somehow holding the memory of a centuries-old storm, and the ice is still rippling from the long-forgotten wind.