The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, turquoise water cascades over the edges of an enormous, ornate fountain in the center of a massive, abandoned shopping mall... The air's heavy with the scent of damp earth and mold, and the stillness is oppressive, punctuated only by the sound of water splashing against the floor. Like, somehow, the fountain's water flows upwards, defying gravity, and forms crystalline structures that grow towards the skylights, giving off a gentle humming noise. A perpetual crescent moon hangs low in the sky outside, casting an eerie pale light through the grimy windows.