The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a bunch of massive concrete pipes just kinda disappear into a hillside, with crystal-clear water flowing into them from a series of small fountains set into the ground. The air's pretty still here, and it's cool, with a faint smell of damp earth and vegetation. The sun's pretty high in the sky, casting a lot of shade behind the pipes, and the atmosphere's really calm. Like, a bunch of old, rusted-out bicycles are somehow embedded in the concrete, with their wheels still slowly turning, even though there's no visible mechanism or anything.