The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tangled vines are covering these... ancient stone pillars that're just scattered all over a vast, cracked plain, like they've been dropped from the sky. The air's got this dry, electric charge, and there's a strong scent of frankincense hanging around, and these massive storm clouds are just frozen in place, not moving at all, like they're stuck in a perpetual pause. The sky's this sickly pale yellow, and umm... this symbol - the sigil of Ouroboros, is literally branded onto the side of a nearby hill, like it's a giant cattle brand or something.