The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, water's pouring upwards from the spout of a giant, ancient-looking fountain, like, a huge stone statue of a long-forgotten mythological creature looming over it. Air's heavy with the smell of damp moss, and the sky above is a pale, serene blue. A small, leather-bound satchel somehow continues to stay afloat at the base of the fountain, even though it's clearly filled with rocks, and... somehow the sound of rushing water creates a distinct melody that harmonizes with the calls of unseen birds in the distance. It's really quiet otherwise, just an overall sense of calm stillness.