The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's pouring out of this stone fountain in a big, ornate courtyard, like, surrounded by these two-story stone buildings with red-tiled roofs. Umm, the air's warm and humid, smells of blooming flowers and fresh-cut grass, and the sun's shining brightly overhead, must be mid-afternoon. This small, rusty old wheelbarrow is just rolling back and forth on its own across the courtyard, steadily moving along like it's being pushed by an invisible hand, while a few pigeons peck at some spilled seeds near the fountain.