The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's... lapping at the edge of this vast, stone fountain, sunlight filtering in from somewhere, I don't know. It smells like... wet stone, and the air's heavy, like my ears are popping. Umm, birds are perched on these, like, huge metal flowers that are sprouting out of the fountain, and their petals are... eating the water, somehow. I'm so... tired, everything's disintegrating into white noise, I don't think I can...