The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's cascading down a sheer, rocky cliff face in an abandoned quarry, echoing off the rough-hewn stone and creating a steady, almost-deafening roar. Like, the late afternoon sun is casting long shadows across the quarry floor, where massive, half-finished stone statues of what appear to be various cryptids - a Mokèlé-mbèmbé, a Jackalope, and a Jersey Devil - are somehow, slowly, assembling themselves from piles of rubble and discarded stone. The air's thick with the smell of damp earth and the faint tang of granite, and a faint, iridescent glow is emanating from the statues' eyes.