The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A huge, ornate fountain dominates the center of a sprawling, open plaza surrounded by intricately carved stone buildings that seem to be... made of some kind of liquid, like the stone is flowing and shifting, but super slowly. The air's pretty warm and humid, with a smell of fresh citrus, and it's late morning under a clear blue sky. Umm, water shoots up from the fountain, but instead of falling back down, it just kind of... sticks to the air, forming these weird, suspended sculptures that slowly change shape.