The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water trickles from the rough-hewn stone beaks of a bunch of huge, bird-like statues set into the facade of a monumental, stepped pyramid. The sky's like, a hazy pale blue, with the sun high overhead, and the air's thick with the scent of freshly cut grass. A continuous, low-pitched hum is echoing through the still air, and a thin, iridescent film of what looks like soap suds is covering the entire face of the pyramid, somehow not popping or shifting in the breeze. Umm, the statues seem to be quietly, steadily inhaling and exhaling the surrounding air, their chests rising and falling.