The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, liquid silver water flows uphill in a crystal-encrusted streambed, its surface perfectly still despite the flow, somehow emptying into a stone-crafted yew tree's massive, hollowed trunk in this tiny, serene Shinto shrine. Air's got a sweet, sake-like smell... really crisp and dry, too. The shrine's nestled deep within a still, mistless bamboo forest, the canes towering way above me, their gentle creaks the only sound apart from my own labored breathing... my vision's blurring badly. The sun's somewhere high overhead, but it's not really penetrating this far down.