The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's pouring out of a perfectly circular hole in the center of a massive, flat rock face, like... it's coming from nowhere. The rock's covered in thin, wispy moss, and the air's thick with the smell of damp earth. Umm, it's overcast, but not raining, and the air's super still, like it's being held in place. The rock face stretches up and curves over, meeting itself on the other side, forming this... impossible, solid torus shape that's somehow not collapsing under its own weight.