The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, kudzu vines are wrapping around massive, ancient astrolabes that are somehow embedded into the sides of crumbling, earthen mounds. The air is thick with pollen and the smell of wet soil, with a gentle, steady drizzle of rain coming down from above, and the sound of rushing water echoes through the distance. Like, these mounds seem to be subtly shifting positions, rearranging themselves to align with the patterns of the constellations above, and the vines are slowly, incrementally adjusting their grip to compensate. The sky above is a pale, milky yellow, with no visible sun.