The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A narrow, razor-sharp beam of sunlight slices through the air, illuminating the delicate, filigree-like patterns on a massive, stone statue of a jackal's head... Umm, the air's dry, like my mouth's instantly parched, and there's a faint electric charge in the atmosphere. In the distance, the sound of hail patters against the stone, despite the clear blue sky above, with the sun hanging almost directly overhead. A nearby, perfectly still puddle of water seems to be reflecting an impossible, inverted image of the jackal's head, as if the statue is somehow extending into the puddle itself.