The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dust-coated stone pedestals are scattered around an abandoned, ornate amphitheater, like, covered in moss and lichen, with water slowly dripping from their intricate carvings. The air's heavy with the smell of damp stone and earth, and I can hear this constant, low hum of... bees? coming from the numerous, antique beehives built directly into the tiered seating. Umm, directly above, the sky's a swirling vortex of silver and purple, while off-center in the distance, the full moon just stays fixed, stationary in the whirlwind of colors.