The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's pouring upwards from a large, ornate fountain in the middle of... an ancient, ruined temple, covered in vines and moss. Umm, the air's really heavy with pollen, and sunlight's filtering through in thin beams, like, barely illuminating anything, but the dust motes are dancing like crazy in those beams. There's this impossible thing - a literal chunk of sky, like, a cube of blue with puffy white clouds, that's been ripped out and just... placed on the stone pedestal nearby, next to a cryptic stone statue with Sanskrit writing all over it. The air's totally still.