The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The air's thick with the smell of frankincense as sunlight pours through a stained glass window above, casting colorful shadows on a small, ornate fountain in the center of a worn, stone rotunda. Water's spraying from the fountain's mouth, somehow holding its shape as it passes through a few inches of flame that's burning steadily on the fountain's surface, without extinguishing it. The sky above is a pale, morning blue and a faint, buzzing noise, like the reverberation from a singing bowl, is vibrating the air. The sun's low in the sky, casting a warm glow across the surrounding stones.