The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusk is settling over a vast, sprawling monastery complex built into the sides of towering sandstone canyons, the air crisp and dry with a faint scent of frankincense. Umm, the buildings seem to be...growing organically from the rock, like some sort of geological process, with intricate stone carvings depicting cryptic, astrological symbols that seem to be shifting, rearranging themselves. A slow, solemn drumbeat echoes through the stillness, resonating with the thrum of the canyon's natural harmonics, and the sky above is a deep, bloody red. Water is somehow seeping upwards from the ground, pooling in mid-air.