The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, water's flowing from a massive, crystalline egg, filling a series of stepped, limestone fountains in this overgrown courtyard, and mechanical finches are sipping from the water's edge as the air's filled with the scent of wet moss. The sky's a pale blue, like it's mid-morning, and the sunlight's casting this diffuse light on everything, but, umm, there's this huge, ghostly image of the Dogon's Sirius star chart etched into the clouds, just... hovering there, silently rotating in sync with the sun's movement. It's eerily still, not a breath of wind anywhere.