The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A low-hanging, intricately carved stone lantern hangs from a thick, braided vine in the center of a rain-soaked courtyard. Water drips down its sides, pooling around the lantern's base and reflecting the pale grey light filtering through the cloudy sky above. Like, the air's thick with the smell of wet stone and ozone... a thin, hairline fracture runs along the lantern's surface, and water somehow flows through this fracture upwards, refilling the lantern's oil reservoir, which is now overflowing with what looks like water-suspended candle flames. Umm, my fatigue's really starting to take its toll now...