The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's cascading over the edge of this massive, naturally formed stone amphitheater, uh, creating a misty veil that's catching the pale morning light of the twin suns above. The air's crisp, with a faint smell of damp stone and a hint of...fresh earth. Like, this vintage biplane's somehow grown roots that are curling around the stone supports, holding itself firmly in place. A flock of iridescent birds is perched on the biplane's wings, singing this gentle, lilting melody that's echoing off the stone walls.