The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gently swaying, iridescent curtains... surrounding some sort of antique, velvet-draped shrine... uh, there's a sweet scent of incense, like sandalwood's cousin or something... it's pretty still, just a slight hum, like faraway thunder, but it's sunny, warm.
I think I was doing this... for the trees, or the forest... or something, it was important... had to save them from petrifying, from turning to stone... and the liquid metal fish, I had to figure out what they're doing... Umm... the shrine is bleeding water, just seeping out from the base, no source, just flowing upwards into a pool, no ripples, like glass...