The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a massive crystal chandelier hangs suspended above a sprawling, ornate fountain in the center of a lush, tropical courtyard. Like, water pours from the fountain, forming impossible geometric patterns that seem to hold their shape mid-air before hitting the ground. The air's thick with the scent of frangipani and has this weird, gentle hum that's making my skin vibrate. Morning sunlight filters through the crystal, casting this kaleidoscope of colors across the walls as the courtyard seems to slowly rotate around the fountain, like it's part of some massive, turning wheel.