The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rough stone walls and earthenware pots stacked with ancient, desiccated scrolls line the narrow alleys of this worn, old town. The air's thick with the smell of woodsmoke, like someone's got a fire going, but the sun's directly overhead, beating down relentlessly, so it's not like it's even cold out. A nearby stone well seems to be pulling water upwards, defying gravity, and emptying it into a perfectly circular pool that's reflecting the pale blue sky above - not a single ripple disturbs the surface, despite the fact that a massive stone wheel, half-buried in the earth, is slowly rotating right next to it.