The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, ancient Baalbek-style stone block is suspended in mid-construction, partially carved out of a living mountain face. The air's crisp and clean, smelling like wet earth, with a faint tang of iron under a pale, overcast sky. A low, pulsating hum seems to emanate from within the stone itself, somehow causing the nearby water to trickle uphill, forming an impossible, gurgling waterfall that quietly feeds into a small, unremarkable metal drainage pipe. Like, tiny, iridescent mica flakes dance on the surface of the water as it flows against gravity, catching the diffused sunlight.