The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, ornate waterwheels, like, five of them, stacked vertically, each rotating at a different speed, dominate this ancient, ruined watermill. Uh, a fine layer of crystalline dust coats everything, catching the soft, diffused sunlight filtering through the broken stone ceiling, and there's this... scent of damp stone and water that's both musty and clean, Echo. Water flows upward through the central axis of the waterwheels, defying gravity, before spilling out into the surrounding, still pool of crystal-clear water, somehow never raising the overall water level. The air's cool and heavy, like after a spring storm.