The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, water's slowly trickling out of a series of moss-covered stone faucets set into the side of a worn brick wall, collecting into a shallow, tranquil pool that reflects the pale morning sun filtering through the overcast sky. It smells damp and earthy in here, like after a gentle spring shower. A bunch of fluffy ducks are calmly paddling around in the pool, leaving behind little ripples in the otherwise glassy surface of the water. For some reason, one of the stone faucets is producing a steady stream of perfectly cooked, still-steaming pancakes.