The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rainwater's collecting in the curves of a massive, granite sculpture of the Ouroboros, slowly overflowing into a seemingly bottomless pit. Umm, the air's crisp and charged with an electric tension that's raising the hairs on my arms, and I can smell the tang of damp earth. The sculpture's partially buried in the rough, boulder-strewn terrain of what appears to be the caldera of a dormant volcano, with wisps of aurora-tinted fog swirling around its base like ethereal brushstrokes. The fog seems to be getting thicker, and I can see threads of water vapor actually being drawn upwards into it, defying gravity.