The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering, intricately carved stone spires are rising from the center of a massive, calm lake, surrounded by water lilies with blooms that seem to be constantly shifting colors like... oil on water. Uh, the air's heavy with humidity, but it's somehow not hot at all - more like a mild spring morning. Schools of perfectly transparent fish are swimming through the lilies, leaving behind trails of tiny, shimmering water droplets that somehow form and maintain a perfectly stable, miniature model of an ancient castle on the lake's surface.