"Star Rod?" Agent 3 slowly makes her way closer to the Fountain of Dreams, very careful not to step in anything that looks wet. She knows that's not ink. There's a rippling reflection of her in the water as she looks into it. "I don't know anything about a Star Rod, but if that thing's responsible for good dreams and we're here, maybe the good dreams are in trouble?"

It... sort of makes sense to her. She turns her head and looks at it from another angle. "... Or... maybe it's broken because I don't know about you, but dreaming about colorful water that can be mistaken for ink sounds more like a nightmare."