The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Blinding sunlight's shining directly onto a sprawling, turquoise-tiled mosque, the air's thick with the scent of rose petals and incense... Umm, hundreds of peacocks are wandering the grounds, their feathers glistening in the light as they peck at the intricate tilework. A continuous trickle of crystal clear water flows upwards from the fountains, defying gravity and spilling onto the dome above, creating a mesmerizing, iridescent mist. The air's heavy with an electric charge, and the call to prayer is somehow being recited in perfect harmony by the peacocks themselves.