The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's pouring out of a medieval stone well in the center of a really dense thicket, surrounded by these massive, ancient trees that are all twisted together, their branches like... woven into each other. The air's heavy with this damp, earthy scent and it's pretty chilly, like the sun's setting somewhere outside the thicket, casting this cold blue light over everything. Umm, there's just this small, ornate music manuscript somehow stuck in the stone wall of the well, and it's just... playing itself, no sound coming from anywhere, just the notes and rests shifting on the page.