The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A slow-moving, crystalline waterfall cascades down a staircase of perfectly aligned, hexagonal stone pillars, the sound of gentle lapping echoing through the air. The air's thick with the smell of wet limestone, and the sunlight's refracting through the crystals, casting miniature rainbows everywhere. Like, somehow, the waterfall's base is simultaneously the surface of a still, tranquil lake, with ripples from the falling water not disturbing the perfectly reflected images of the pillars. Umm, the atmosphere feels really still, like there's no air movement at all.