The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a gleaming, mirrored staircase spirals upward from a perfect circle of rippled, iridescent water, Echo. The air's thick with the scent of fresh soap and a hint of something like... ozone-free lightning. As the stairs rise, each step somehow blends seamlessly into the trunk of a towering, crystalline palm tree, its fronds quivering gently in a breeze that doesn't seem to exist anywhere else, since the air around me is totally still. The sun beats down, casting a warm glow, but its position in the sky seems to be shifting, like time itself is fluid here.