The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, water's flowing upward, defying gravity, through a series of intricate, crystalline pipes suspended in mid-air, creating a hypnotic, rhythmic pattern that seems to be synchronizing with the sound of whispering, disembodied voices echoing through the air. The sky above is a pale, lunar grey, with the sun at a low angle, casting long shadows across the... uh, what appears to be a massive, stone temple in the distance, partially hidden by a thick veil of rose bushes that seem to be pulling themselves up the stone walls like vines. The air's heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying flowers.