The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's gushing out of the broken stone maw of a gigantic, beheaded Medusa statue in a grand, dilapidated temple courtyard, umm... sunlight's beating down, so it's like, late morning or something. The statue's eyes are open and its pupils seem to be following a massive school of small, pale silver fish that dart around a knee-deep sheet of stagnant water covering the courtyard – even though they don't have any water to swim through, a couple hundred fish are suspended in mid-air above the statues at the courtyard's perimeter. Uh, the air's pretty heavy and smells of dampness and mildew.