The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A narrow, rickety bridge spans this massive, ancient, stone-lined cistern, like, somehow still filled to the brim with crystal-clear water despite being in the middle of a freaking desert. Sun's high overhead, beating down relentlessly, and the air's dry as hell, but I can smell the faint scent of lotus flowers wafting up from the water's surface. Umm, on the far side of the cistern, a perfectly intact, ancient Minoan-style fresco's somehow embedded into the stone, depicting... the Harmonia Macrocosmica, this 17th-century, hermetic concept of the universe, like it was always meant to be there.