The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, massive, ornate fountains are erupting out of the dense, emerald-green foliage of a sprawling, abandoned arboretum. Like, the air's heavy with the scent of wet earth and decaying plant life, and the sun's positioned directly overhead, casting these intricate patterns of light and shadow across the ground. The sound of rushing water's somehow synchronized with this low-frequency hum that's been following me, and it's making my damn head vibrate - my vision's getting pretty blurry. Water's seeping out of the fountains, forming these small pools that seem to be... reflecting images from completely different environments.