The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, water's splashing from a small fountain in what looks like a fancy parlour room... filled with ornate vases, a grandfather clock, and really old, intricate furniture. There's this strong smell of lavender and polished wood, and it's kinda humid, with a weird stillness to the air, like all the particles just froze in place or something. Umm, outside the giant windows, I see a desert landscape stretching to the horizon, complete with cacti and rocky formations, but the sun is somehow shining right through the walls of the room itself.