The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's reflecting off a tranquil lake's surface, where a small flotilla of lotus flowers is slowly revolving around a submerged temple, like it's being pulled by some invisible force. Water's trickling upwards from the lake bed to nourish the flowers, despite the fact that the surrounding air's got this... still, heavy quality, like it's under some sort of pressure. A faint scent of incense and ozone wafts from the temple, even though it's fully submerged, and the sky above's got a faint, pearlescent sheen to it.