The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's dripping from the edge of a massive, ornate fountain at the center of a ridiculously oversized, Renaissance-style courtyard, surrounded by intricately carved, multi-story cat towers that seem to be made of some kind of dense, iridescent crystal. The air's cool and still, with a faint smell of damp stone and cat fur, and the sound of quietly running water is everywhere, like, punctuated by the occasional loud meow from... somewhere. Umm, sunlight is pouring down from directly overhead, casting no shadows, and the cat towers are somehow shifting and rearranging themselves in a slow, continuous dance, their facets glinting in the bright light.