The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's pouring out of the top of this... massive, crystal-encrusted fountain, but instead of flowing down, it's just sorta sticking to the sides like it's glued or something. The air's got this heavy, still quality to it, and there's a weird electric charge that's making the hairs on my arms stand up – smells like lemon drops. The pale pink sky above is casting this eerie, even light over everything, and I can hear this low hum in the distance, kinda like the sound of a thousand computers running in the background, uh, quietly chanting "LFOWLS".