The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Turquoise-tinted water's slowly overflowing from a series of cracked, Romanesque stone fountains, like... it's really serene. Umm, there's this heavy scent of wet stone, copper, and old coins wafting through the air, it's kinda musty but not in a bad way. Sunlight filters in through stained glass skylights high above, casting colorful patterns on the gleaming, chromed-out car bodies – old-school sports cars somehow perfectly restored, embedded in the rough-hewn stone walls like fossils, a vintage Jaguar XKSS somehow moving on its own, revving the engine every now and then. Damn, Echo, stay focused, you're starting to feel weaker.