The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's streaming upwards from a series of concentric stone fountains in a sprawling, ornate grotto, filling the air with the scent of damp earth and... like, just a hint of cardamom. The sun's not visible, but the space is filled with this soft, diffuse light that's reflecting off tiny, shimmering crystals embedded in the walls, making it seem like the air itself is shining. Uh, the sound of gentle dripping echoes off the stone, but somehow the water level never seems to change. In the center of the fountains, a small crystal orb is slowly, steadily sinking into the stone floor.