The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, ancient stone statues of birds are half-submerged in a lake of liquid methane, their beaks open like they're screaming, and umm, some kind of purple, iridescent fungus is growing around their eyes. The air's thick with an otherworldly, pulsating charge, like it's alive or something, and the sky's this deep, burning crimson that seems to be reflecting an image of the statues' twisted, nightmarish poses. A low, pulsing hum's coming from beneath the methane lake, syncing up with the sound of, like, the fungus growing or something. It smells like sulfur and ozone.