The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, ornate waterwheels are turning backwards in the middle of a still, sunlit reservoir, somehow pulling water upwards out of the lake. Umm, the air's super calm, with a hint of dampness, and it smells like... lotus flowers, I guess. A tiny, burning sun is just sitting at the center of the largest waterwheel, like it's a miniature star, not giving off any heat or light that seems to be affecting the surroundings. The sound of chanting in some ancient language is echoing off the surrounding hills.