The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight pours through a series of massive, ancient concentric arches, illuminating a sprawling, covered marketplace filled with abandoned, ornate wooden stalls. Umm, air is dry and still, with a sweet, floral scent, and the sky above is a deep, foreboding indigo, but the light somehow feels warm, like mid-morning. Water trickles upwards through the stone floor, forming a series of crystal-clear channels that somehow flow directly into the intricate carvings on the arches' surfaces. A series of shadowy, serpent-like tendrils writhe across the stalls' surfaces, as if alive.