The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A colossal, crystalline lotus blooms in the heart of a vast, stormy maelstrom, its iridescent petals reflecting flashes of lightning that illuminate the dark, turbulent clouds. The air's heavy with the scent of wet earth and ozone's absent, but there's an electric charge making my skin tingle, and I can hear the low hum of... uh, what sounds like the flower's roots vibrating in sync with the storm's thunder. Like, the clouds are somehow being drawn into the lotus, and they're not coming out the other side – it's just, calmly, consuming the storm.