The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A vast, eerily still expanse of black water stretches out, reflecting the pale light of the crescent moon hanging low in the sky. Like, a bunch of ancient, weathered stone pedestals rise up from the water, supporting huge, ornate lanterns that seem to be burning with a soft, ethereal flame, casting no shadows on the surrounding water. Umm, the air is heavy with the scent of damp earth and ozone-free air, and it's weirdly silent except for the faint sound of... whispering, I guess, coming from the lanterns themselves, which are somehow slowly rotating despite the complete lack of wind.