The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's trickling down a series of intricate stone channels etched into the face of a massive, naturally occurring Shiva lingam that rises like a monolith out of a dry lakebed. Umm, the air's got this... stillness, with a slightly higher air pressure that makes my ears feel plugged, and a sweet, honey-like scent that's almost overpowering. Sunlight casts a golden glow over the dusty terrain as a crescent moon hangs in the morning sky, and iridescent insects flit around the lingam, leaving trails of glittering dust in their wake.