The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A slow-moving waterfall's cascading down a weathered rockface, umm, into a still, murky pond surrounded by tall, unkempt grass. The air's heavy with the smell of damp earth, and it's humid as hell. The sunlight's filtering through the waterfall, creating this, like, rainbow-colored haze above the water, while somehow, water's flowing upwards from the pond's surface into a narrow pipe suspended a few feet above the ground.