The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A vast, arid canyon system stretches out, uh, with layered rock formations in every color of the spectrum. The air is thick and heavy, like it's got an actual weight, and the sky above is a pale, washed-out yellow, with no sun in sight. Tons of what looks like Aztec calendars are etched directly into the rock face, with tiny, functional water clocks embedded in each design, somehow still keeping accurate time. And, umm, somehow, all these massive rock formations are silently shifting, rearranging themselves into entirely new patterns every few seconds, with no earthquakes or tremors to speak of.