The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's pooling at the base of a colossal, ancient-looking sundial, its surface cracked and weathered like it's been sitting in the middle of this vast, dry salt lake for centuries. Uh, the sun's positioned at a weird, mathematically precise angle above, casting this exact 47.3° shadow across the dial's face, and I can smell this sharp, metallic tang of halite in the air. The air's dead still, but I can see ripples moving across the surface of the water, like...some unseen force is displacing the molecules. The ripples are somehow altering the nearby gravity.