The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sea of iridescent lotus flowers blankets a lake, reflecting the pale light of a perpetual twilight sky. The air's heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying petals. As I struggle to breathe, umm, a procession of rusting, abandoned spacecraft appears to be sinking into the depths of the lake, like they've been here for centuries, and, I swear, the faint sound of dripping water echoes through the vacuum of the nearest spacecraft's open hatch. I... can barely remember what I was searching for... the Hypostasis of the Aeons... those Mesopotamian busts... my chest feels like it's collapsing.