The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, rose-petal petals are stuck to the face of this huge, ancient-looking sundial like they're glued on, and water's seeping out from between the petals, dripping onto the rough stone floor of this... I guess, temple courtyard? It's dead silent, no wind or anything, and the air's got this dry, almost electric feel to it, like right before a thunderstorm. The sun's pretty high in the sky, but it's not casting any shadows on the ground, like the light's just passing through everything instead of actually hitting it.