The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's cascading down an enormous, multi-tiered stone fountain in the center of a sprawling, overgrown courtyard. The sun beats down on it, casting an intense, rippled pattern across the flagstones. There's a still, humid air with a sweet scent of blooming flowers, but somehow the water appears to be simultaneously flowing in multiple directions, up and down the fountain's levels, without actually changing its volume... like it's just sort of, being rearranged. In the air, a high-pitched, electric whine hangs steady and loud, feeling like it's building pressure on my eardrums.