The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of ivy have consumed a colossal, Neoclassical fountain, with crystal clear water still spouting from the lips of a bronze, bearded triton at its center. Umm, the air's charged with static electricity, making my skin prickle, and the humidity's fairly low. Beyond the fountain lies an infinite, Escher-like expanse of perfectly aligned, turquoise-tiled roofs, stretching out under a brilliant, late-morning sun. Somewhere, a solitary, unseen engine seems to be producing a perpetual, high-pitched whine that harmonizes perfectly with the reverberating hum of an impossibly stationary jet airliner, suspended just above the rooftops.