The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: There's this... figure, I guess, in the middle of a massive, ornate fountain in the center of a deserted, Baroque-style plaza. The blurry form's sitting on the edge of the fountain, and I know it's me, but I still can't make out any details. Umm, the air's cool and still, and it smells like wet stone and chlorine, with this heavy, electric charge to it, like right before a thunderstorm. A chunk of the constellation Orion is somehow embedded in the side of the fountain, like it's part of the stonework.