The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A still, pale-blue pond is reflecting the perfect symmetry of an abandoned, intricately carved stone pagoda. Umm, wisps of fog are rising from the pond and curling around the eaves of the pagoda as seagulls preen their feathers on the wooden railings, and the air's heavy with the scent of damp soil after a storm. The sun's a faint glow on the horizon, and the air's crisp and charged with electricity that's making the seagulls' feathers stand on end. The pagoda's somehow made entirely of a single piece of what looks like solidified mercury.