The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's blasting through a massive hole in the ceiling of a ruined, ornate mosque, illuminating this sprawling, intricate mosaic on the floor. The air's got a weird, still quality to it, like, no breeze at all, and it smells kinda...wet, but not damp, like after a sudden downpour. A slow trickle of water's flowing upwards, somehow, from the cracked tile into this weird, glowing patch of iridescent fungus that's, like, repairing the shattered masonry somehow. The sun's right overhead, and the light's so intense it's making the whole space feel kinda...surreal.