The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, water's dripping from the muzzles of a dozen stone lion statues arranged around this huge, ornate fountain in the middle of a vast, indoor greenhouse. Like, the air's humid and smells of blooming flowers, with sunlight filtering through the translucent glass ceiling, casting a warm, diffuse light everywhere. Umm, somehow, this perfectly symmetrical, crystal formation is just... regrowing its own shattered fragments in mid-air, refilling itself as the sound of gentle chimes echoes through the still air. The atmosphere's really peaceful, like late morning on a spring day.