The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A misty, moonlit lake shore stretches out before a backdrop of sheer, white cliffs that seem to be shifting and rippling like fabric. The air is heavy with the scent of jasmine, and the water's calm, lapping gently against a line of worn, silver Buddha statues half-buried in the sand. I'm sitting, I guess, on this rickety wooden dock that juts out over the water, surrounded by a swarm of moths fluttering around a faint, pulsating light that seems to be seeping from my... uh, whatever this blurry form is. A chunk of the Milky Way is lodged in a gap between the cliffs, just hovering there like a weird, cosmic rock formation.