The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dappled sunlight filters through the intricate patterns of Islamic art etched into the stained glass ceiling, casting colorful shadows across the floor of a tranquil indoor lagoon. Umm, a series of perfect, concentric circles ripple across the water's surface, as if emanating from a central axis, but nothing's visible beneath. Air's pretty crisp and still, with a faint scent of rosewater, and the soft lapping of waves against the stone edges is the only sound... somehow, the water's surface is perfectly in sync with the gentle thrum of an invisible jet stream slicing through the atmosphere directly above.