The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A series of weathered, copper-roofed pagodas are rising out of the crystal-clear water of a serene, glacial lake, somehow leaving no ripples on the lake's surface despite a bunch of snowmelt rushing down the mountainside nearby. The air's crisp and cool, smelling like wet earth, as the mid-morning sun casts long shadows across the water. A large school of koi are swimming in a perfect, unwavering lattice pattern, as if choreographed by some invisible force. Uh, a nearby patch of lotus flowers seems to be growing directly out of the frozen ice at the lake's edge.