The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A flock of bioluminescent starlings are swirling around the entrance of a massive, naturally occurring amphitheater, their glowing feathers tracing patterns in the still, cool air like they're being choreographed by some unseen force. Uh, the sun's somewhere just below the horizon, casting this pale blue light over the rugged stone formations, and the air's thick with the scent of ozone-free petrichor - it smells like a spring storm, but without the storm. Water's somehow flowing upwards from the center of the amphitheater, forming this crystal-clear geyser that's got a half-dozen rainbow-colored fish swimming in mid-air at its peak.