The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Turquoise water overflows the edges of a massive, ancient stone cistern, its intricate carvings depicting various forms of serpent deities from forgotten Mesopotamian cults. The air is crisp and dry, with a hint of aged cedar, as delicate wisps of cirrus clouds pass across a pale, late-morning sun, casting dappled shadows on the cistern's surface. Like, somehow the water's surface is sustaining a miniature replica of the Euphrates River's ancient course, complete with tiny, shifting sandbars and minuscule, rippling waves. Uh, water continues to flow upwards from the cistern's floor, defying gravity.