The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: I'm staring at this ancient, cyclopean dam in the middle of a totally still, moonlit lake, like, the water's glassy surface reflects the dam's intricate carvings perfectly. A perpetual waterfall cascades down the dam's face, but it's not making any sound - the air's completely silent, and it smells like damp stone and some kind of sweet incense. Umm, the stars are shining through the mist above, casting an ethereal glow over everything, and this... this faint hum of chanting is vibrating through the air, it's weird. The lake's surface is littered with delicate, porcelain lotus flowers that seem to be absorbing the moonlight.