The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, iridescent feathers are scattered all over a tranquil, moonlit lake, umm, like... they're just drifting there, untouched, as water lilies slowly spread their blooms on the lake's surface. The air's got this crisp, winter smell to it, and the sound of mechanical wings humming in the distance seems to be synchronized with the rhythmic dripping of water from a partially submerged, ancient temple in the center of the lake - it's got these impossible, upside-down staircases that just... lead back into the water, somehow. A bright, full moon hangs low in the night sky.