The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ancient, crumbling stone archways stretch out in every direction, some covered in vines, others overgrown with moss, forming a maze under a warm, hazy sunlight. Umm, the air's thick with the scent of blooming flowers and damp earth, and it's pretty humid – water droplets are forming on my skin. A small, perfectly intact Roman temple somehow sits upside down within one of the archways, its stone pillars stuck to the 'ceiling' as water pours out of its entrance and up into the air, disappearing without leaving a single drop behind. ...The sound of dripping water echoes throughout.