The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's trickling from... this giant, rusted, hollow iron sculpture of a nautilus shell, somehow collecting into a perfectly still, crystal-clear pool of water. Umm, the air's heavy and damp, with this rich smell of damp soil and... rust? Above, a stationary layer of flat, grey clouds hangs, blocking most of the sunlight, except for a small beam of bright light that cuts through to illuminate this cluster of bright orange lichen growing on the side of the nautilus shell - it's just slowly transmuting the metal's texture and color to perfectly match its own.