The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, concentric crystal rings spin lazily above a calm, star-filled lake. Umm, a soft, ethereal music seems to emanate from the crystals, somehow not disturbing the lake's mirror-like stillness. Water from the lake periodically splashes upwards onto the surrounding, rough-hewn rocks, even though there's no movement or disturbance on the surface, like the lake itself is somehow exhaling. The air's cool and crisp, filled with the scent of night-blooming flowers, and a low, crescent moon casts an silver glow over the scene.