The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's pouring from a crack in a massive, crystalline monolith that's half-submerged in this glassy, silver lake, under the pale blue light of a mid-morning sky. The air's heavy with a metallic scent and feels... electrically charged, like it's buzzing against my skin, and a low hum is resonating through the ground, like it's alive or something. A bunch of weird, levitating lotus flowers are scattered across the lake's surface, not moving at all despite the ripples spreading out from the monolith, and one of them is somehow containing a miniature, burning star within its petals.