The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Air's thick and humid in a dense thicket of papyrus reeds, like, the sun beats down on us from directly overhead, warm and still, around midday. Uh, water lilies cover the surface of a stagnant pool of water, their roots stretching down, and I can smell the pungent earth and decaying plant matter. The pool seems to be reflecting a totally different sky than the one above – I mean, I'm seeing the unmistakable pink hue of a sunrise, but on the pool's surface, with a constellation that I don't recognize.