The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rainwater pours upwards from shattered stone fountains in an abandoned Italianate courtyard. Umm, air's thick with the smell of damp limestone and like, decaying vines... Shadows are being pulled from the stone statues, sort of unwinding like black fabric, and forming these solid, geometric patterns on the wet ground that don't seem to follow the angle of the sunlight. Water rises in columns to support massive, levitating concrete arches that have somehow been grown into by fig trees, whose roots hang suspended in the air like organic stalactites.