The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's cascading down this massive, gothic-style font in the center of a sprawling, outdoor baptistery, but the water's not just falling - it's somehow curling back up, reforming into these intricate, lace-like patterns in mid-air. Umm, the air's crisp, like early morning, and the sky above is a pale blue, with the sun sitting low on the horizon. The sound of gently lapping water and faint, whispery chanting is carrying on the breeze, which smells like frankincense and myrrh. The font itself appears to be carved straight out of a single, massive piece of polished obsidian.