The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Turquoise water pours into an ancient, overflowing fountain at the center of a massive, indoor plaza. Like, it's weird that there's no ceiling here - just an open sky above - but somehow the air feels pressurized and still, heavy with the scent of damp stone and mildew. Impossible geometric patterns are embedded in the cracked, worn tilework around the fountain, reflecting the shifting light of... three distinct suns hovering in different parts of the sky at once, their colors bleeding into a sickly yellow haze. Umm, the air's charged, giving off this weird buzzing sensation.