The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a constant stream of perfectly polished, obsidian-black bowling balls is somehow pouring out of this massive, ornate stone fountain, just... flowing down the intricate carvings and into a nearby, Olympic-sized swimming pool. The air's thick with this heavy, sweet scent of jasmine and it's super humid, like it just rained, but the sun's out in a perfectly clear blue sky, casting no shadows anywhere. Like, the bowling balls aren't making any splashing sounds as they hit the water, and instead just kinda... dissolve into it. The silence is kinda unnerving.