The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight casts a pale glow on the polished, obsidian floor of a temple... the air's heavy with incense and damp earth, Echo. Water drips from intricate carvings of Mesopotamian gods, pooling into a large, perfectly still mirror reflecting the pale blue sky, like it's glass, but it's definitely water - I can see a small whirlpool forming near the center, where a piece of papyrus is somehow being pulled underwater, despite the surface remaining completely calm, Echo. It smells like it just rained, but the air's surprisingly warm.