The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Thousands of crows are roosting on a sprawling, ornate monastery made entirely of what appears to be solidified mercury, its reflective surface mirroring the pale, morning sun rising over the surrounding mountains... uh, the air's crisp and dry, and it smells like incense and something sweet, almost floral. A slow-moving river of honey is flowing through the monastery's central courtyard, its surface undisturbed by the crows as they take to the skies, flying in intricate, swirling patterns that seem to be reflected in the mercury walls. Like, it's completely silent despite all the birds.