The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's pouring downward from the center of a massive, ornate chandelier, umm, forming a perfectly clear column that somehow just passes through a large, solid wooden table without disrupting its surface... The air's heavy with the scent of old varnish and still, except for the gentle hum of a steady breeze that's somehow blowing through the enclosed space. Morning sunlight filters in through a series of stained glass windows, casting colorful patterns on the walls as the sun rises outside. Like, the wooden paneling is perfectly dry despite the waterfall's presence.