The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive stone effigies of long-extinct sauroposeidons rise out of the dust-filled air, their eyes glowing softly like embers in the fading light of dusk. Like, the air's thick with an otherworldly scent - kinda earthy, kinda not - and it's making my head spin. Schools of tiny, iridescent beetles are methodically rebuilding a shattered fresco on the side of the largest effigy, reassembling it into an image of the Sri Yantra symbol, somehow infusing the stone with a subtle, pulsating vibration that's drawing the air's dust particles towards it. Umm, no breeze to speak of.