The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain is pouring upwards from the stone pavement of a massive, ancient Greek-style amphitheater, like, collecting in a shimmering layer above the seats. The air's got a heavy, charged feeling and it smells of wet earth and olive trees - it's late afternoon judging by the sun's position. The sound of dripping water is echoing off the seats as a group of peacocks, their feathers a deep, iridescent blue, wander silently across the stage, their eyes fixed on something in the distance. The stone statues of lions around the amphitheater are slowly changing color to match the peacocks' feathers.