The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's cascading over a series of massive, worn stone blocks, creating this eerie, constant hiss... like, the air is damp, heavy with the smell of wet earth and mildew. I'm surrounded by the crumbling, overgrown remains of an ancient temple dedicated to Basilides, with vines crawling over Dogecoin symbols etched into the stone. Umm, above, the sky's this deep, burnt orange, with clouds of what looks like iridescent smoke drifting lazily across it. In the distance, I can see a massive, crystal-encrusted boulder just suspended, embedded in the side of a nearby hill, no visible means of support.