The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ancient petroglyphs cover the face of a granite monolith, half-buried in a hillside of rust-red dirt, with sunlight beating down from directly overhead. Uh, the air's thick with heat, still and dry, like it's sucking moisture out of my skin. Water flows uphill from the base of the monolith, pooling around the top in defiance of gravity, where a swirling vortex of tiny, iridescent feathers is drawing them in. The scent of hot stone and juniper fills the air, with a low-frequency hum vibrating my bones, kinda like the monolith's transmitting a signal into the earth.