The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive stone statues of birds, like, hundreds of them, are scattered across this dried-out lake bed. The sun beats down relentlessly from a cloudless sky, baking the air so it's hot and still, and there's this dry earthy smell everywhere. Water suddenly starts pouring upwards from the beak of one statue, then another, like they're connected to some invisible network, but there's no visible source, no pipes or anything – the statues are just somehow generating it. A flock of seagulls flies overhead, eerily silent, not even flapping their wings as they glide through the air.