The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, birds are nesting in the intricately carved eaves of a worn, stone temple that's half-submerged in a shallow, tranquil lake at dusk, like... the air's heavy with moisture and the sky is painted in hues of pink and orange. A faint scent of lotus flowers drifts through the calm air, which is disturbed only by a lone, perfectly straight ripple that moves steadily across the water's surface without seeming to lose any momentum. Water somehow flows upwards from the lake, passing through a small, ornate fountain in the temple's center. The sound of its gentle splashing echoes across the water.