The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sun's maybe at noon judging by the direct sunlight, and it's illuminating a... really still, algae-covered pond surrounded by overgrown stone monuments, like something out of an old druidic ritual site. Umm, the air's pretty heavy with moisture and there's this weird, sweet smell that's kinda like someone spilled honey all over the place. Water's supporting a bunch of... miniature, impossible versions of the Cydonian mesas on Mars – like, the actual geographical features – they're just kinda sitting on the surface of the pond. A constant, low-pitched hum's resonating through the air.