The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, water's pouring upwards from the ground into this massive, intricately carved crystal fountain in the center of a hollowed-out geode, surrounded by perfectly stacked piles of discarded satellite dishes and uh, Game Boys. Like, the air is really still and humid in here, it smells kinda earthy, but there's this faint hum of satellite signals coming from the fountain. A perpetual stream of cryptic error messages from an old-school Unix terminal is somehow projecting itself onto the walls in laser-sharp monochrome text. The geode's ceiling is lost in darkness, with glittering gemstone formations twinkling like stars above.