The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water trickles from the edge of a vast, naturally formed limestone pool, like it's overflowing, but somehow it never actually spills onto the dry rock below. Umm, the air is pretty thick with the smell of damp earth and moss. In the pool, a dozen or so antique, rusting bicycle frames seem to be embedded in the stone itself, half-submerged in crystal clear water. Overhead, the sun beats down from a clear blue sky, with not a cloud in sight.