The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering, ivy-covered mausoleums stretch across a rolling hillside, umm, their weathered stone surfaces reflecting the pale, late afternoon sunlight. Air's cool and still, carrying the scent of damp earth and blooming flowers. Water's somehow trickling upwards from the ground, pooling at the base of each mausoleum, where it's getting absorbed by these tiny, iridescent mushrooms that seem to be generating a soft, pulsating hum. The sky above is a deep blue, with clouds drifting lazily by, but somehow, the shadows cast by the mausoleums are falling in multiple directions at once.