The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A huge, ancient astrolabe's just chillin' in the middle of a totally still, crystal-clear lagoon, its intricate brass gears covered in barnacles and seaweed. Schools of angelfish are swimming through the water, their iridescent scales reflecting the pale, mid-morning sunlight filtering down from above. Umm, the air's really humid, but somehow the atmosphere's kinda crisp too, with this faint scent of frankincense wafting from... nowhere in particular, and I can see a massive, granite monolith somehow rising out of the water, covered in this endless, swirling loop of an Escher staircase.