The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, turquoise water's spilling out of a crystal-encrusted fountain in the center of a sleek, modernist courtyard, the sound echoing off the smooth, grey walls. Like, the air's heavy with the smell of wet stone and a bit of salt, and it's eerily still – no wind at all. Above, a perfectly ordinary sun shines down at a 45-degree angle, but somehow it's casting a shadow of a different time of day, like three o'clock, on one side, and a deep, star-filled night sky on the other. The sky itself is a normal blue.