The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, water's pooling in mid-air, forming these perfectly still, mirror-like ponds that seem to be reflecting the patterns of a nearby, ancient mosaic. The air's crisp and cool, with a faint scent of wet stone, and it's like, early morning, with the sun casting a pale, silver glow over the entire scene. The mosaic itself seems to be shifting, rearranging its tiles to form different patterns, even though it's clearly made of solid stone. A gentle hum's resonating through the air, causing the ponds' surfaces to ripple in unison.