The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's pouring upwards into the air from a massive, ancient stone fountain at the center of a sleek, minimalist temple, surrounded by nothing but dense, white fog that's somehow not getting wet. Umm, the air's heavy with an electric charge, and it smells like ozone-free laundry detergent as the sun beats down, casting no shadows anywhere. A giant, 3D replica of the E8 polytope's just... embedded in the stone, slowly rotating like it's actually unfolding in higher-dimensional space. It's definitely, literally pulling itself into a Calabi-Yau manifold before my eyes, like, casually.