The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a massive stone wheel is steadily rotating on its own in the middle of an ancient, ruined water mill, surrounded by overgrown bushes and vines. The air's pretty crisp, with a scent of damp earth, and the sound of rushing water is coming from a small stream running nearby, partially hidden by the vegetation. A few birds are flying overhead, chirping loudly, while a bunch of fish are somehow jumping straight out of the water and landing on the stone wheel, where they're then calmly swimming in mid-air, as if the wheel was still underwater.