The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The sun beats down on an abandoned film set of a miniaturized ancient city - it's like a really detailed, sprawling model. Umm, tiny stone temples are half-buried in the dust, and miniature olive trees cast long shadows in the late afternoon sun. Water flows upwards from a central fountain, somehow refilling itself, forming a small, crystal-clear pool surrounded by tiny, intricately carved marble statues that seem to be changing poses, shifting into new positions without actually moving. The air's hot and still, thick with the smell of sun-baked earth and fresh pine resin.