The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, perfectly spherical moss balls are somehow embedded in the center of a colossal, ancient sundial. Like, the air's really still here, with a faint smell of wet earth and... lemongrass. The late morning sun casts long shadows across the sundial, while water slowly flows upwards through its intricate carvings, somehow propelling the shadow of the sundial's center to spin wildly around the surrounding rocks, as if completely disconnected from the actual movement of the sun. Umm, the surrounding rocks seem to be covered in faint, shimmering fungal growths that reflect tiny, distorted images of the sundial.