The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's pouring straight up from the stone fountain in the center of a vast, serene monastery courtyard. Air's crisp and clean, feels super still, and the morning sun casts no shadows here for some reason. Umm, this tiny, delicate origami crane just... folded itself out of a torn piece of fabric caught in the fountain, and now it's just sitting there, looking perfectly real. Meanwhile, outside the courtyard walls, it sounds like a perpetual landslide is going on, but the air in here remains completely calm and silent.