The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's trickling out of the stone lips of a massive, ornate fountain set at the edge of a serene, glass-like lake. The air's heavy with the scent of wet stone and moss, and the late afternoon sunlight is filtering through the stillness, casting a subtle ripple of shadows across the lake's surface... A flock of birds, somehow made of what looks like delicate, interlocking gears, are wading in the shallow water, their mechanical wings rustling softly as they forage for something beneath the surface. The atmosphere's peaceful, with just a hint of an electric charge in the air.