The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tons of iridescent butterflies are clustering around this delicate, filigree-patterned bronze fountain, which is somehow producing a hypnotic melody like a gentle, soothing chant in an unknown language. The air's super still, with a faint scent of honey and an almost imperceptible electric charge, and the fountain's water seems to be flowing upwards into a tiny, swirling vortex that's suspended above the butterflies. Like, the sky above is a pale, milky color with the sun hanging low, casting long shadows across the... completely motionless, petrified trees surrounding the fountain. Umm, there's no sound of birds chirping or leaves rustling.