The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's pouring in reverse out of a stone fountain, like, forming a vortex that sucks it upwards, into a transparent dome covering the fountain, in this weird indoor plaza. The air is crisp, not too humid, and there's this faint tang of orange peel and something metallic. The sound of running water's everywhere, and it's bright in here, must be midday outside judging by the angle of sunlight shining through a few small skylights. Outside the dome, small clouds of silver vapor seem to be crystallizing into geometric shapes, and uh, just floating there, suspended.