The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's cascading down a massive, ornate fountain in the center of a sprawling, Baroque-style courtyard, like, the air's crisp and clean with a hint of citrus. Morning sunlight casts long shadows across the intricate, inlaid stone floor, and the sound of rushing water creates a soothing white noise. The weirdest thing is that the fountain's water is somehow flowing upwards and over the lip of the courtyard, defying gravity as it forms a crystal-clear, arcing torrent that vanishes into thin air. A pair of ravens perch on the fountain's edge, gazing intently into the flow.