The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tangled, pulsing roots are bursting out of a massive, crystalline boulder, like, suspended in the middle of a calm, moonlit lake, and water's somehow streaming upwards, back into the boulder, defying gravity. Uh, air's heavy with humidity, still, and filled with this sweet scent of blooming jasmine. Impossible, geometric patterns are reflected in the lake's surface, perfectly synchronized with the rhythmic pulsing of the roots. The sky's a deep shade of indigo, with a pale crescent moon hanging low, and the sound of gentle lapping of water against the shore's almost soothing.