The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water lilies completely cover a massive, tranquil pond, reflecting the warm sunlight filtering through the thick haze in the air. The scent of blooming flowers and slightly sweet decay fills my nostrils, while a bunch of mismatched, antique doorframes somehow stick upright out of the pond's surface, slowly changing the design and shape of their intricate carvings. Like, a school of bioluminescent fish swim through the doorframes without being hindered, leaving a trail of soft blue light that briefly outlines the doorframes' shapes before fading away. The air is heavy with stillness.