The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Granite statues of obscure mythological creatures like Cynocephalus and the Cù Sìth are scattered across a sprawling, overgrown cemetery, moss and ivy wrapped around their weathered bodies. Umm, the air's thick with the scent of damp soil and decay, and the sky above is a deep, foreboding grey, like it's about to storm. Water's somehow flowing upwards from the graves, forming tiny whirlpools that lift weathered stone markers into the air before gently setting them back down again. The silence is oppressive, punctuated only by the faint hum of... something, I don't know what.