The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shit... I'm slammed with replicas of stone lotus flowers bursting out of a frozen pond, like, filling every inch of my mind and covering the ground around some ancient, crumbling Buddhist stupa. The air is heavy with incense and freezing, with this eerie stillness, like, no wind whatsoever, just a thick, dark grey fog slowly creeping up the stone walls of the stupa. A million crescent moon fragments are just, uh, hovering above the pond, reflected in the dark ice like a million more, and they just won't stop duplicating, pouring into my brain... Fucking hell.