The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A solitary lighthouse beam sweeps through heavy, grey fog, illuminating sections of a half-submerged, ancient cedar forest like a spectral brush stroke. Umm, the air reeks of dampness and decay, heavy with anticipation, while water lilies spread across the still surface of the flooded forest, like a natural, emerald carpet. Trees, somehow petrified with their roots intact, thrust up through the calm water like nature's own sculptures. Shafts of light dance across the rippling surface as if they've taken on a life of their own.