The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A huge, intricately carved Aztec calendar dominates the center of a sprawling, abandoned parking lot, surrounded by rusting, vine-covered cars under a late afternoon sky with the sun at a weird, diagonal angle. The air's heavy with the smell of wet earth and ozone, and there's a low, pulsating hum that seems to be coming from the calendar, which appears to be made of a single, massive piece of jade that's... umm, somehow repairing cracks in its surface on its own. Water droplets on the calendar's surface reflect distorted, tiny images of the constellation Canis Major, and the air feels charged with static electricity.