The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a series of ornate, gilded mirrors seem to be reflecting the surface of a still, crystal-clear pond, despite being angled away from it. Like, water's gently lapping against the edges of a large, stone lotus flower at the pond's center, even though the surrounding air is completely dry and crackling with static electricity. The scent of wet earth and patchouli wafts through the air as the sun beats down from directly overhead, its light somehow bending around a nearby collection of solid, geometric shapes that appear to be casting no shadows.