The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive slabs of jagged granite are jutting out of the ground at crazy angles, like... some giant's tossed them around. Air's got a heavy, sweet scent, kinda like overripe fruit, and there's a steady low-pitched rumble coming from somewhere - feels like it's vibrating through the soles of my shoes. Water's somehow flowing uphill, pooling on the underside of the granite slabs in gleaming sheets, and the sunlight filtering down is casting an eerie, multi-colored sheen on everything. Feels like mid-morning, sun's fairly high up in the sky.