The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fierce sunlight's beating down on a massive, intricately carved stone door half-buried in the dirt at the edge of a perfectly flat, grassy plain. Water's flowing in a continuous loop around the edge of the plain, somehow remaining on the exact border without ever spilling over or being absorbed by the earth. Like, a swirling storm of rainbow-colored moss is hovering just above the door, never quite touching its surface. The air's filled with an odd scent, something sweet and slightly metallic.