The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, heavy snow is falling silently around me in this huge, glass-enclosed courtyard, the sky above a pale gray with the sun obscured by clouds. The air is crisp and really cold, with a scent of wet stone. A large, old-fashioned, multi-tiered fountain sits at the courtyard's center, water cascading down its intricately carved sides – but the water is flowing upward, starting from the fountain's base and rising to its top, before overflowing onto the stone floor, which is somehow instantly drying, so the water's not accumulating anywhere.