The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tangled webs of what looks like circuit board fibers are covering the faces of these massive, ancient stone statues scattered across a desert of fine, silver sand. The air's thick with the smell of hot solder, and uh, it's charged with an electric tension as stormy clouds gather in the distance. Like, somehow the statues' faces are... displaying scrolling text, a constant stream of arcane symbols and hexadecimal code that's changing color with every pulse of this deep, thrumming hum, echoing through the sand itself. The sky's burning with an intense, golden light, like midday sun, but the air's cold.