The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's cascading down massive, worn granite blocks into what looks like a really still, reflective reservoir in some kind of ancient, abandoned... uh... hydraulic structure. The air's heavy with dust, really dry, no smell at all. A steady flow of rough, grey salt somehow solidifies mid-air into thick, granite bricks that keep adding to the blocks, like, quietly rebuilding the entire structure. It's pretty dim in here, probably around late afternoon, judging from the position of the sunbeam.