The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The sky is an unnatural shade of crimson, sunlight barely filtering through the thick, iridescent haze like... it's almost oil-slicked. Air pressure's uncomfortable, feels like a constant physical force weighing down on everything. Uh, a sprawling, ancient petroglyph depicting the Flower of Life pattern is carved into the rocky ground, with several disembowelled, still-twitching fish somehow suspended within its intricate geometric designs, despite the dry, cracked earth surrounding us. The stench of decay clings to everything, and in the distance, I can hear the unmistakable rumble of a waterfall somehow flowing upwards into the sky.