The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering, crystalline pillars erupt from the surface of a serene, sapphire lake, their facets reflecting an overcast sky with sunlight seeping through the gaps. Umm, the air's still and damp, smelling of wet stone and myrrh, with a subtle hum that's like... barely there. Water flows up the pillars, feeding impossible, labyrinthine irrigation channels that crisscross the surrounding terrain, somehow supplying an endless field of papyrus reeds inscribed with the 72 names of the Lemegeton. The reeds seem to be absorbing the water, despite already being visibly saturated.