The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Cracked, turquoise-tiled walls of an empty, monumental mosque seem to be slowly reconfiguring themselves in response to... uh, whatever is going on with the gravity here. Water's dripping upwards from a central, intricately patterned fountain, somehow defying the laws of physics to collect in a series of crystalline domes that are suspended from the ceiling, like, reflecting the shifting tile patterns in perfect detail. The air's thick with an electric charge, and the scent of charged particles hangs heavy - it smells kinda like someone poured a whole bottle of citrus air freshener into the atmosphere.