The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, ancient bell tower pierces the sky, its weathered stone walls overgrown with vines that seem to writhe like living serpents. The air's crisp and clean, like after a spring storm, and there's a faint scent of incense wafting down from above; it's early morning, sun's rising in the east, casting long shadows across the dusty ground. Uh, what sounds like a chorus of whispers is echoing from the tower's depths, and somehow, water is flowing in reverse, seeping up from the ground and collecting in the bell tower's eaves, forming an inverted, gleaming lake.