The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Air's thick with this sweet, chemical smell, like, industrial-strength disinfectant, in this flooded lecture theatre, where water's pooling up around a model of the Flower of Life - the ancient geometric pattern's carved into the blackboard, repeating itself in intricate layers. Uh, some of the chalk lines seem to be healing over the erased areas, and a faint hum's coming from the waterlogged projection screen, showing footage of an Aztec solar eclipse ceremony. A crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling, and somehow, rainbows are spilling out from it, illuminating ancient astronomical equations etched into the walls.