The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's pouring out of this massive, ancient fountain in the middle of a sprawling, overgrown plaza, and it's somehow flowing upwards, defying gravity, to form these intricate, curved patterns in the air. Umm, the sun's high overhead, casting a warm glow over everything, and the air's thick with the smell of wet stone and blooming flowers. A bunch of birds are nesting in the fountain's nooks and crannies, and they're... not making any noise, like, at all, despite flapping their wings and moving around. The air's pretty still, with just a hint of a breeze rustling the leaves.