The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain-soaked, massive stone statues of Ba are arranged in concentric circles, somehow anchored to the rough-hewn bedrock at the bottom of a deep, cylindrical pit. Uh, the air's thick with the smell of wet earth and ozone is... noticeably absent. Like, a shimmering iridescent waterfall is somehow rising upwards from the base of the pit, creating a surreal, crystal-clear vortex that seems to be reflecting a distorted, fractal geometry. It's late morning by the faint sunlight filtering down, and the sound of water rushing upwards is creating a steady hum that's vibrating through the air.