The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, heavy drizzle blankets a secluded, ancient, stepped well in the heart of a dense, misty jungle, the still air thick with the smell of damp soil and moss. Water's quietly seeping from intricately carved stone joints into the central well, feeding a slowly revolving, self-sustaining hydraulic sphere etched with the Sefirot – the Kabbalistic Tree of Life – at its core, somehow driving an impossible, unending, ascending spiral of water up through a series of ornate, stone, reticulated pipes. Sunlight's virtually nonexistent due to the dense canopy above.