The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, giant lotus flowers, like, completely cover a serene lake's surface, reflecting the pale morning sun that's peeking through the mist. The air's crisp and fresh, filled with the scent of blooming flowers and a hint of woodsmoke, as delicate ripples spread out across the water from a passing family of swans made entirely of what appears to be intricately carved, polished obsidian. It's weirdly still, considering the sound of rushing water grows louder in the distance, and I think it might be coming from beneath the lake itself.