The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's... flowing in reverse, collecting in mid-air as a solid orb that's somehow stationary, like it's suspended in a pocket of still air, a few feet off the surface of this... ancient, ruined temple's courtyard. The air's got this thick, heavy quality, and the smell of damp stone and overgrown vegetation's pretty overwhelming. Uh, the sun's... a deep crimson, hovering low on the horizon, casting this weird, stretched-out shadow across the broken stonework, and the air's really still, like there's no breeze at all. The sound of water's still flowing, even though it's not actually moving anywhere...