The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water pours upward from a granite fountain at the center of a tranquil, seaside courtyard, like, it's just flowing up into the air, forming this delicate, crystal-clear dome that's reflecting the pale blue morning sky... Uh, the air's crisp and cool, smelling like seaweed, as seagulls echo through the stillness, their cries overlapping with the gentle lapping of waves against the weathered stone walls. Outside the courtyard, an endless, arid desert landscape stretches out to the horizon, where the sun's just starting to rise. A flawless, gleaming circle of obsidian sits at the fountain's edge, like it's been polished to a mirror finish.