The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gentle snowflakes fall on a tranquil Zen garden surrounded by intricately carved, moss-covered stone lanterns. Umm, the air's crisp and still, with a faint scent of cedar, and the soft crunch of snow under... whatever's making the sound, is the only noise. Like, in the center of the garden, a small, ornate wooden bridge somehow spans a massive, ancient tree's hollow trunk, which is entirely filled with softly churning, iridescent mist. A delicate, hand-carved stone waterfall trickles into the mist from the bridge's edge, creating this serene, soothing rhythm.