The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A vast, quiet lake reflects a pale morning sky, surrounded by dense reeds and misty forest. Like, the air's pretty damp, smelling of wet earth and decaying plants, with a faint hint of water lily. A few swans glide effortlessly across the lake's surface, leaving behind perfectly straight, symmetrical ripples that somehow maintain their pattern even after hitting the shore. The sound of gentle lapping water and distant bird calls fills the still air.