The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Glittering water pours upwards from a massive stone fountain, like... somehow defying gravity, and collecting into a still pool that seems to be reflecting an impossible geometry. I see a small, Baroque-style church looming above, its stained-glass windows casting kaleidoscope patterns across the cobblestones, and uh, the air's heavy with incense. A tiny, ornate door hidden in the fountain's base seems to be opening by itself, revealing a set of narrow, spiral stairs descending into darkness. The sun's overhead, but somehow it feels like dusk.