The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A giant, crystal-encrusted Buddha statue is half-buried in the ground, surrounded by a field of knee-high, iridescent wheat that's swaying gently in the breeze. The air's dry and it smells like incense, with a clear blue sky above and the sun at, like, mid-morning. I'm sitting, I guess, on a stone throne thing embedded in the Buddha's chest, my form's all blurry, can't make out any details. Umm, there's a low hum, like, resonating through the air, and the Buddha's face is slowly, very slowly, changing expressions, from serenity to a screaming visage, then back to calm again.