The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's gushing upwards from the center of a giant, ornate fountain, forming a massive, crystalline ice sculpture that somehow stays intact despite the scorching desert sun beating down on it. The air's thick with the smell of hot sand and this weird, pungent tang of ozone-free electric discharge. Like, a piece of the fountain's intricate stone carvings has come to life and is rearranging itself into what looks like an Enochian sigil, and uh, it's somehow affecting the local gravity, making nearby rocks and debris levitate a few inches off the ground.