The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Flicks of sunlight dance across the surface of an endless, polished obsidian lake, creating a dizzying display of light and shadow, like... an endless, star-filled night sky reflected back at me. The air is heavy with the scent of smoldering incense and ozone, as if an electric charge hums just beneath the water's glass-like surface, sending tiny shivers through the otherwise still air. Umm, nearby, a colossal, ancient cedar somehow splits itself into perfectly uniform segments, then recombines seamlessly, defying the normal decay process, as if some unseen force was rearranging its cells.