The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water rushes in and out of a vast, lotus-shaped stone fountain, in sync with some unseen pulse. Like... I can smell damp earth, fresh grass, and air charged with electricity. The sound echoes within the high-ceilinged chamber, filled with polished crystal formations that refract bluish morning light in geometric patterns - sun shining down through the central prism actually has physical threads visible within its rays, threads which are weaving what looks like... a new constellations' worth of tiny stars, hanging up near the roof, shimmering with increasing light and life.
...gotta... dammit Echo... keep going, now.