The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ancient, moss-covered stone pillars are jutting out of a calm lake's surface, supporting a series of ornate, curved bridges that seem to connect to nowhere. The air's really still, with a heavy scent of wet earth and decaying plant life... it's like, super humid. The sky above's a deep, serene blue, with the sun at high noon casting minimal shadows, and the water's somehow flowing upwards from the lake's surface, collecting in small pools on the bridges themselves. Uh, a bunch of water lilies are growing on the pillars, their roots somehow connecting to the stone.