The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water pours out of the gaping mouth of a massive, ornate stone fountain, forming an impossible, completely frozen vortex that seems to be pulling in the surrounding environment. Umm, the air's really humid, with the sweet smell of blooming flowers, and a faint buzz of bees as they arrange themselves into a formation resembling the shape of the Omphalos stone from ancient Delphi. Overgrown ivy and moss creep up the stone, wrapping itself around these... ancient-looking satellite dishes that seem to be pointing towards the sky. Morning sunlight filters in through a canopy of trees, casting a dappled glow.