The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Grey, granite boulders rise out of the horizon, reflecting the pale silver light of... like, some weird, stationary moon that's half-buried in the ground. Schools of iridescent, salamander-like creatures are crawling through the rock formations, their scales mirroring the colors of the granite, as the air's crisp with a faint smell of damp stone and some kind of smoke. The sky is a weird shade of indigo and there's a constant low rumble like thunder, but it's not thunder, and it's somehow resonating through the boulders. The rocks themselves seem to be slowly rearranging into a replica of some ancient Mesoamerican temple.