The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, rivulets of crystal clear water run up the trunks of what look like baobab trees, somehow infusing their branches with this soft, luminescent blue light that's pulsing in sync with... the air, I guess, since there's no wind at all. The air's dry, with this slightly sweet, incense-like scent of kyphi wafting through, and it's really still, like nothing's moving except those rivulets of water defying gravity. In the distance, a pair of obsidian mirrors hang from the sky, just... hanging there, not supported by anything. They're reflecting a view that's totally different from what's around me.