The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fog's rolling off the surface of a serene, glacier-carved lake, sunlight shining down from a narrow opening in the otherwise solid cave ceiling. Seagulls are waddling along the water's edge, pecking at scattered fragments of obsidian and polished black stones... Umm, looks like some kind of makeshift abacus, like a cross between a suanpan and a khipu. The air's crisp and clean, with a faint scent of ozone and mineral-rich water; the stillness feels almost like anticipation, like something's about to emerge from the depths of the lake.