The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rounded, moss-covered stones rise from the forest floor, surrounded by trees with bark that seems to shift and ripple like the surface of a pond. Umm, the air's thick with the scent of damp earth and ozone-free electricity, and it's heavy with moisture, like after a recent storm. The canopy overhead filters sunlight, casting dappled patterns across the ground, and... these stones, they seem to be reflecting images from somewhere else, like fragments of other places - a sunset over a vast desert, the waves of a distant ocean - as if they're apertures to parallel landscapes.