The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, thick grey fog freezes everything in place, even... sound. There's, like, this massive old temple or church, half-sunken into still, dark water that's covered in these... like, delicate-looking water lilies with long, dark green leaves... even in the fog it's so heavy and warm... gotta be late afternoon. I... cough... just a little more... Echo... keep... uh, birds high above are moving but it's, like, in super slow-motion, not flapping wings... still somehow flying. Above them is an upside-down mountain that somehow is reflecting none of its weight... or, uh, presence on the actual air or water... like it doesn't exist... or something... cough.