The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's pouring out of a massive stone statue of a lion, its mouth somehow pointed directly upwards in mid-roar, and umm, the sky's this pale yellow, not a cloud in sight. The air's thick with the smell of wet earth and cut grass, and I can feel the low rumble of... I guess, thunder, but the air's totally still. The statue's just sitting here, surrounded by this empty parking lot with faded lines and cracked asphalt, but the lion's mane is somehow growing these long, thin vines that are wrapping around the light poles.