The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, colossal stone busts are scattered all over a sprawling, overgrown quarry... The air's heavy with this smell of damp earth, and it's early morning, the pale sun slowly rising behind a mess of clouds. A bunch of massive, mechanical snakes is calmly slithering through the rubble, their bodies somehow blending with the scenery as they leave behind faint trails of oil on the wet stone, while the quarry itself seems to be... slowly rotating, like it's some giant, hollow top spinning in mid-air.