The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's pouring upwards from the mouth of a massive, ancient stone statue of a Mesopotamian lamassu, like, it's literally defying gravity, in the center of a vast, arid desert landscape. The sun's high overhead, beating down relentlessly, and the air's charged with an electric, pre-storm energy that's making the fine hairs on my neck stand up. The statue's surrounded by a halo of iridescent, crystalline structures that are slowly shifting and reforming in response to the statue's presence, somehow echoing the mythic city of Eridu's layout in perfect miniature. Uh, it smells of ozone-free air.