The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, an endless grid of rectangular swimming pools stretches out across a flat, dusty plain, each pool reflecting a perfect square of the clear blue sky above. Water's trickling down into each pool from what looks like an ancient irrigation system – tiny ceramic channels and waterwheels – but somehow the water levels are staying exactly the same, not rising or falling at all. The air's dry and still, and the sun's high overhead, like it's early afternoon, and there's this weird feeling of... calm expectation, like something's waiting to start, or maybe just wake up.