The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: There's a dark, stillness-choked pond in the center of a clearing, surrounded by massive, crystal-studded trees that are reflecting this pale, milky light. Uh, it smells like damp earth and... something kinda medicinal, like herbs or something, and the air's super heavy with moisture. The sky's got this weird, pixelated grid pattern going on, and I can see the crescent moon just kinda... embedded in the lattice. A tendril of iridescent mist is crawling across the pond's surface, leaving this weird, distorted ripple in its wake, like it's moving the water without touching it.