The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a colossal, crystalline lotus flower blooms at the center of a still, turquoise lake, its delicate, gemstone petals reflecting the pale light of a solar eclipse. I'm suffocating, my vision's blurring... like, I can feel my heart straining to keep up. Above the lotus, an endless, ethereal staircase of polished obsidian spirals upwards, disappearing into the heart of a swirling, ionic storm. My body feels like lead, and my memories... uh... they seem to be slipping away, but I recall something about... books... I needed to read these ancient books in a library inside a baobab tree...