The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain's pouring into this partially flooded, ancient, ritualistic swimming pool surrounded by crumbling colonnades, with water lilies somehow blooming on both the surface and beneath the water like they're... rooted to the pool floor or something. The air's thick, heavy with scents of wet stone, and these tiny, luminescent fish are darting through the water in symmetrical patterns like they're following invisible tracks. A shattered sundial at the pool's edge has the gnomon bent into an impossible right angle, still casting a shadow despite the cloudy sky, while the air pressure feels really low and still.