The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive stone slabs, covered in intricate, swirling patterns, rise vertically out of the dusty, orange ground, casting no shadows in the diffuse, milky light that's somehow seeping up from the earth itself. Umm, the air's pretty thick and heavy, like there's a low-pressure system moving in, but the sky above's a pale blue, with the sun hanging at a 30-degree angle... and it's completely still, no wind at all. Water's trickling silently up the sides of these monoliths, forming crystal-clear pools on their flat tops, and I can smell the sweetness of wet sandstone.