The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Still water fills a massive, ancient stone baptismal font, like, its surface is reflecting the pale blue sky above, and the air's heavy with the scent of myrrh. Water's somehow seeping upward through the stone, replenishing the font's contents, despite being visibly above the surrounding terrain's water table. A low hum, reminiscent of a distant, idling V8 engine, is vibrating the air, and a cryptic, repeating phrase, "wing surge bayc," is etched into the font's weathered stone exterior. Umm, a faint, iridescent sheen is clinging to the font's surface, as if oil's been poured onto the water, but it's not spreading.