The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The air's heavy with incense, and um, a soft chant of "Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn" seems to be resonating from these ancient, monolithic statues scattered throughout a mist-shrouded, crimson-colored valley. A perpetual solar eclipse hangs low in the sky, casting an eerie, pulsing glow on the fog that's clinging to the ground, revealing tiny, bioluminescent mushrooms sprouting up in perfect, concentric circles. Like, the ground beneath is eerily still, despite the low, distant rumble of... glaciers colliding somewhere just out of sight.