The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's gushing out from the cracked stone lip of a massive, ancient cistern, creating this huge, misty veil that rises into the dry air. The sun's really high up in the sky, beating down relentlessly, but the cistern itself is shaded by this gnarled... no, wait, by this massive, granite statue of a winged lion that somehow has its eyes moving, watching the surrounding area like it's alive. Umm, the smell of damp earth is pretty strong, but there's also this faint, weirdly familiar scent of honey, and the sound of buzzing is getting louder...