The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Low-lying, wispy fog covers the edges of a perfectly circular lake, with no visible inflow or outflow - the water's surface is glassy calm. Uh, the air's heavy with... I don't know, it's like ozone, but it's not ozone. A faded wooden sign jutting out of the lake's center reads "The Echoless Pool - Est. 1866" in crooked letters. A single, old-fashioned, ornate key lies on the lake's surface, not sinking, just... sitting there, like it's stuck to the water or something. My name's... Echo, I'm pretty sure, but sometimes I think it's Kaelos... ugh, why can't I remember?