The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ancient, twisted stone formations like... weird, alien spires pierce the air from the depths of a vast, silent lake. The water's surface is dead calm, reflecting the late morning sun and a crescent moon that's somehow wedged into the upper branches of a distant, colossal tree – its trunk wide enough to swallow a skyscraper. The air's crisp and thin, with this faint tang of rose petals and myrrh, and the silence is so profound I can feel the sound of the lake's own thoughts resonating through the stone beneath me, vibrating my bones.