The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ancient stone statues of what appear to be Cathartid vultures or Condor-like creatures, carved in minute, unsettling detail, stud a... an endless expanse of worn, pale stone, polished smooth in spots. Morning sunlight beats down, umm, relentlessly – I can feel the air charged with an electric tension – and it's got this heavy, metallic scent that's overpowering the sweet tang of nearby blooming agarita shrubs. Water somehow flows uphill from a nearby, perfectly circular depression, filling the carved beaks of these vultures, and from there it spills onto the surrounding stone in intricate, shifting patterns reminiscent of Attic Red-Figure pottery designs.