The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's seeping out of a massive, crystal-encrusted lotus flower in the middle of a tranquil, mirror-smooth lake... slow-moving strands of silver mist are rising from the flower's center, collecting into a gleaming, iridescent pool that's just hanging there. Umm, the air's heavy with the scent of jasmine and it's late evening, judging by the soft, golden light filtering through the surrounding latticework of twisted, black rock formations. A section of the Buddhist Wheel of Dharma is somehow embedded in the lake bed, covered in bioluminescent, pulsing coral.