The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's splashing out of this massive, ornate fountain in the center of a sprawling, abandoned courtyard. The air's heavy with the scent of damp stone and overgrown vines, like, there's a thick layer of moss covering everything, and it's dead still. A crescent moon is somehow jammed into a corner of the courtyard's archway, casting an eerie glow over the scene, and umm, the sky above is a deep shade of purple that's really not doing anything to help the whole atmosphere. The fountain's somehow producing this really gentle hum, almost soothing.