The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A vast, naturally formed amphitheater sprawls out before a blood-red waterfall, the sound of which is eerily muffled like it's coming from miles away. Umm, the air's thick with the smell of burning incense and the humidity's so high it's almost raining inside. A crescent moon hangs suspended at the center of the waterfall, slowly rotating to reveal a sequence of cryptic, hieroglyphic symbols etched into its surface, which seem to be rewriting themselves in real time. The air's charged with this weird, expectant energy, like something's about to burst forth from the waterfall at any moment.