The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, crystalline lotus flower blooms at the center of a perfectly still, mercury-filled reflecting pool, like, its petals reflecting the pale blue light of dawn. Umm, the air is thick with the scent of jasmine and ozone, and the air pressure feels heavy, like before a storm, though the sky is clear and cloudless. The lotus's roots seem to be sinking slowly into the pool, like, they're being drawn down by some invisible force, while its petals are somehow projecting a precise, reversed image of the surrounding landscape onto the surrounding stone tiles.