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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's cascading over the lip of an ancient, granite baptismal font in the center of a lush, fern-filled glade, surrounded by moss-covered menhirs that seem to be... breathing, like they're asleep. The air's crisp and damp, smelling like after a spring rain, and it's weirdly still, like the trees are holding their breath in anticipation of something. A procession of blind, albino salamanders are crawling up the menhirs, leaving trails of iridescent slime behind them that seem to be reacting to the air's faint, blue-gray luminescence. The sun's not visible, but the light's like late afternoon.