The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, the air's got this crisp, almost sweet smell of blooming heather, and it's like, mid-afternoon, with the sun casting a warm, golden glow over a perfectly still, mirror-like lake of what looks like liquid rubies. The lake's surface is reflecting the intricate patterns of a sprawling, ancient dolmen looming in the distance, its stones somehow covered in tiny, delicate orchids that seem to be growing right out of the rock. A faint humming noise is resonating through the air, causing the lake's surface to... ripple in a spiral pattern, even though there's not a breath of wind.