The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, massive slabs of iridescent stone are slowly sinking into a calm, dark-blue lake, releasing wispy tendrils of glittering, crystalline mist that's curling around a half-submerged, ancient temple in the distance. The air's cool and crisp, with a faint scent of mint, and a weak, silvery light's seeping through the slabs, casting no shadows anywhere. The water's totally still, but somehow, delicate, translucent ripples are radiating from the temple, intersecting the mist tendrils in mid-air, like they're two separate liquids that aren't mixing.