The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shafts of pale morning sunlight filter through the crystalline formations of what looks like an enormous, hollowed-out lotus flower, illuminating a lush, surreal landscape of shifting colors and textures that somehow seem to be responding to the hum of a thousand chanting voices in the distance. Umm, the air's thick and syrupy with an electric charge that makes my skin prickle, and the stillness is punctuated by the faint sound of trickling nectar from a million unseen blossoms. Right in the center of the flower, a perfectly still pool of liquid mercury supports a delicate, filigreed replica of the Labyrinth of Daedalus, intact and unsinkable.