The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, dark water lilies cover the surface of a massive, perfectly still lake, stretching out to the horizon beneath an overcast sky. The air's heavy with moisture, feels like late evening, and has a thick, heavy smell like wet soil. Water trickles up from the lake's center, forming a series of concentric, swirling patterns that somehow seem to be pulling a group of weathered, ancient-looking stone statues towards the lake's center. The statues are slowly being reshaped, their features softening, like they're being recarved by an invisible force.