The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive stone blocks covered in half-eroded Sumerian script are somehow still upright, forming a maze-like pattern across the dusty, arid surface of a vast, rocky plain. Like, water's seeping out of the cracks between the blocks, creating this intricate network of tiny, gleaming channels that are somehow supporting a bunch of delicate, iridescent plants. Uh, the air's really heavy with the smell of dry earth, and it's absolutely still, like there's no breeze at all, despite the sky above being this deep, electric blue color with clouds that seem to be... solidifying, like they're turning into actual stone. The sun's high overhead, casting no shadows.