The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, the air's super dry, like my mouth's instantly parched... A giant, ornate Aztec calendar stone lies shattered on the bottom of what appears to be a drained, abandoned aquarium, the glass walls reflecting the pale, late afternoon sun. Water still clings to the intricate carvings on the stone, somehow forming tiny whirlpools that seem to be moving in sync with a pulsing, ultraviolet-colored coral growing on the walls, despite the complete lack of any water around it. The stillness is only broken by a faint humming noise, like the remnants of a vibration.