The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive stone heads, like, easily a dozen of them, just jut out from the rough, overgrown hills, staring in all directions, their faces worn smooth by the elements. A faint, pulsating electric charge is still present in the air, just like back at the rose garden, but it's dampened a bit by the heavy, cool mist clinging to the area, carrying the scent of damp earth and wet leaves. Uh, what looks like actual, liquid darkness - it's not just shadows, I can see it move - pools and ripples at the base of each head, occasionally splashing upwards, revealing the edges of cryptic symbols carved into their bases. The sky above is just a uniform grey haze, and there's this dull, low-pitched rumble like thunder in the distance, even though the air's completely still.