The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Light's filtering through a delicate filigree of silver wires suspended high above, casting intricate patterns on the weathered stone surface of a massive, ancient amphitheater. Umm, the air's crisp and dry, with a faint scent of frankincense, and a low, almost imperceptible vibration is humming through the air, like the reverberation of a thousand whispers. Water's somehow seeping upwards from the center of the amphitheater, forming a series of glittering, gemstone-encrusted pillars that appear to be supporting the sky itself, which seems to be made of a substance that's simultaneously liquid and solid. The sun's hovering just below the horizon.