The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's cascading down a massive, ornate fountain in the center of a sprawling, abandoned shopping mall, the air's thick with the smell of mildew and stale air. Umm, the sound's echoing off the tiles, and there's a low hum emanating from a series of cryptic, pulsing murals depicting various Sephirot from the Kabbalistic Tree of Life. A colossal, perfectly preserved statue of a Mesopotamian Lamassu just... sits on the upper level, surrounded by a halo of stillness, its eyes somehow glowing with an intense, electric blue light that's making my skin prickle.