The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's flowing uphill on a cobblestone street, kind of like... it's just going the wrong way. A bunch of broken pottery and old tools are scattered all over the street, with a few old, rusty lanterns still lit and casting flickery shadows on the wet stone. Umm, the air's heavy with this scent of freshly baked bread, and it's pretty humid, but the sky's a clear blue with the sun high overhead, beating down on everything. A giant, unbroken eggshell is lodged in the roof of one of the nearby buildings, with a bunch of vines growing out of it.