The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, emerald-green water's pouring upwards from a massive, ornate fountain in the center of a sprawling, Byzantine-style plaza, somehow defying gravity without any visible mechanism. Like, it's cascading upwards into the sky, where the sunlight catches it and creates this brilliant rainbow-colored aura. Umm, air's heavy with the scent of frankincense and myrrh, and it's dead still, no breeze at all, as if time's been suspended. A colossal, mechanical dragon perches atop a nearby minaret, its eyes pulsating with this faint, blue-green light.