The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's dripping steadily from the edge of a massive, ancient dolmen, like, echoing off the stillness of the air. The sun's high overhead, shining directly down onto the worn, moss-covered stones, casting no shadows. The air's thick with the smell of damp earth, and the silence is somehow... underscored by the faint hum of a Templar cross etched into the stone, which appears to be drawing a thin stream of water upwards from the ground into a tiny, perfectly spherical pool that's somehow suspended within the cross itself.