The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tangled, frost-covered vines crawl across a massive, ancient, stone statue of the Ouroboros, its serpent body coiled around a central obelisk. Umm... the air's dry and cold, heavy with the smell of aged, damp soil and what smells like overripe fruit, and the sky above is a deep shade of indigo, like it's been stuck in twilight for hours. A steady, gentle rain falls from the sky, somehow pouring directly into small, intricately carved channels on the statue's surface without actually touching the vines, like the water is just being drawn into the stone itself.