The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, iridescent waterfalls cascade down sheer crystal cliffs into an endless, dark pool that's somehow made of liquid shadow. The air's heavy with the scent of blooming lavender, and it's eerily still, like time itself has stopped. As the sun hovers at the horizon, a lone fossilized shark swims laps around the pool's surface, its body translucent and refracting light in ways that make my eyes hurt. The sound of distant glass harmonicas resonates through the air, casting an almost physical chill down my spine.