The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a worn wooden dock stretches into the murky waters of a still lake. The air's heavy with the smell of algae and damp earth, and it's like the trees around the lake's edge are trying to lean in closer. The sky above's a dull grey, and I can feel a steady mist settling over everything, making everything look damp and slick. A massive stone statue of a tortoise somehow sits on the lake's surface, like it's sitting on solid ground, not making a single ripple in the water around it.