The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's flowing normally in this narrow, winding canyon, but the canyon walls are made of this super-dense mesh of optic fibers that seem to be pulsing with a gentle, blue light. Uh, the air's warm and dry, and I can smell this faint scent of hot stone and circuit boards. The sky above is a pale yellow, and the sun seems to be hovering at a 45-degree angle, casting no shadows on the canyon floor. Like, a small, perfect replica of the Utah monolith has somehow grown out of the stone floor, covered in ancient Sumerian cuneiform script and a QR code linking to a dead Wikipedia article.