The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's streaming off a twisted, metallic statue of the Ceryneian Hind, its surface etched with tiny, shifting glyphs that seem to be absorbing and reflecting the faint light of nearby, pulsating mushrooms. Like, the air's heavy with the scent of damp earth and ozone, the stillness broken by the occasional, muffled rumble of thunder beneath the earth. Umm, the statue's standing at the edge of a vast, crystalline lake, its surface reflecting the image of a blindingly bright, impossible sun that's somehow embedded in the earth beneath it, casting an intense, emerald-green glow over everything.