The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's pouring upwards from a cracked, worn fountain at the center of a sprawling, abandoned courtyard, umm, somehow forming a perfect, self-sustaining sphere that's just hovering above the broken stonework. Air's thick with humidity and the scent of wet stone, and it's dead still, like everything's just... paused. The sky above is this pale, washed-out blue, like it's mid-afternoon, but the sun's position seems off, way too low in the sky. In the corner of the courtyard, a chunk of the wall's been blasted away, revealing this weird, hollow chamber filled with twitching, crystalline filaments.