The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fog's slowly creeping across the surface of a still, crystal-clear lake, like, the water's mirror-perfect reflection of the sky is gradually getting distorted. Uh, above the trees lining the lake's edge, what looks like a medieval stonework bridge is arched, spanning across the sky with no visible support, connecting two massive stone pillars that seem to be made from what looks like rough-hewn obsidian. In the distance, the hum of what sounds like chanting is echoing through the air, it's almost in sync with the slow ripples that are spreading across the lake's surface.