The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fog's dripping from the brim of a colossal, stone bathtub that's sunk into the ground, like, its porcelain surface has turned a weird, mossy green. Water's still gushing from a set of ancient, rusted pipes jutting out the side, filling the tub to the brim and creating a mini-ecosystem for what looks like a family of raccoons that have built a nest in the faucet handles. The air's heavy with the smell of moss and wet stone, and umm... a miniature, levitating replica of the Tibetan Buddhist Wheel of Dharma is rotating above the tub, its hub aligned perfectly with the North Star.