The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's trickling down the sides of a massive, ornate fountain, set in the middle of a sprawling, abandoned courtyard. Umm, the air's pretty still and humid, with a sweet scent of blooming flowers hanging in the air. A huge, ancient tortoise is just chillin' in the fountain's center, surrounded by a bunch of iridescent peacocks, their feathers reflecting the mid-morning sunlight filtering down from above - and somehow the tortoise's shell is displaying a perfect, live image of a galaxy rotating slowly, like it's being broadcast from somewhere else.