The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's gushing from this ornate, baroque fountain in the middle of a tiny, abandoned church, the sound of it echoing off the vaulted ceiling as it pools on the worn stone floor. Like, the air's heavy with the scent of old incense and damp stone, and the stained-glass windows are casting these kaleidoscopic patterns everywhere. Umm, the fountain seems to be... shaping the water into a perfect, rotating icosahedron that's hovering above the surface, even as the rest of the water spills out and cascades down the steps. Sunlight's streaming in from above, illuminating the dust motes in the air.