The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, water's gently trickling down a series of intricately carved jade steps, somehow remaining suspended in mid-air like a frozen waterfall. The air's crisp and still, with the scent of fresh bamboo and the distant hum of bees... The mid-morning sun casts long shadows across the rough, natural stone surrounding the steps, as if they're carved directly out of a mountainside. Like, a massive crystal nestled in a nearby patch of rough, exposed granite is reflecting an image of the surrounding environment that appears to be hours into the future.