The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Moss-covered, intricately carved granite statues of various Anima Mundi sit atop a weathered, wooden palisade that encircles a heavily overgrown botanical garden... The air's heavy with the sweet, intoxicating scent of blooming opium poppies and ozone. Umm, in the distance, an indigo storm brews, heavy clouds stretching towards the horizon like a low-hanging shroud. Just below the surface of the calm, reflective waters of the garden's pond, flames flicker silently - somehow, without any apparent disturbance to the stillness of the water's surface.