The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark grey basalt columns are rising out of the ground like a maze, blocking out most of the pale sunlight filtering through the gaps. The air's got a dry, ashy smell and it's dead still - a thin layer of fine dust coats everything. Umm... the sky above is a deep orange, like it's sunset or something, but the sun's actually at high noon. In the center of the columns, a perfect replica of the Voynich Manuscript is open to a page with an illustration of this exact scene, except the columns are made of some kind of twisting, organic material.