The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's cascading upwards, defying gravity, into a giant, impossible fountain that seems to be holding together a ruined, ancient temple, its crumbling stones somehow repelled by the force of the water. Like, the air's heavy with the scent of damp earth and incense, and the sky above is a swirling vortex of orange and purple, like the colors are alive. I can hear the low hum of chanting echoing through the temple's passageways, even though there's no one around. Umm, a procession of perfectly preserved, intricately carved stone turtles is moving in a slow circle around the fountain, their empty shells somehow resonating with a soft, otherworldly light.