The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ancient, water-worn steps lead into a still, crystal-clear pool of water that seems to be absorbing the surrounding light, creating an eerie absence of shadows. Uh, the air's got a heavy, damp smell like old stone, and the silence is only broken by the sound of water slowly lapping against the steps, somehow syncing up with the gentle hum of... an invisible, levitating harmonic oscillator that seems to be tuning the air itself into perfect harmonic resonance. A tiny, exquisite, hand-carved model of the Temple of Solomon is slowly rising from the pool's surface, as if it's being extruded from the water itself.