The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, thousands of iridescent, translucent shells are scattered across the smooth, pale surface of a perfectly still, crescent-shaped lake. The air's heavy with the smell of wet earth, and it's kinda making my chest hurt worse. Water's somehow flowing upwards, in narrow, pulsing columns, into a series of intricately carved stone fountains that appear to be hovering just above the lake's surface – I'm not even questioning this at this point. My vision's starting to blur, but I remember something about ancient aqueducts and a temple... and I really need to find fresh water.