The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Turquoise water flows from ornate, bronze spouts shaped like lions' heads, pouring into this massive, indoor Roman-style pool... Umm, like, it's totally silent in here, no echo. Air's thick, humid, with this scent of old stone and chlorine, and the sunlight's streaming through these high, narrow windows above the waterline. A fully functional, miniature replica of a medieval trebuchet somehow exists underwater at the bottom of the pool, launching small, hand-carved wooden ducks out of the water, and they just... swim away, quacking.