The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Grey stone columns are rising out of a massive, still body of water that stretches out as far as the eye can see, reflecting the pale blue sky above. Umm, like, the air's heavy with the smell of damp earth and there's this low, constant hum that's vibrating through the water. Water's flowing upwards from the base of the columns, creating these little whirlpools in the otherwise still surface, and for some reason, the columns are covered in a thick layer of moss that's somehow arranging itself into perfectly legible, scrolling text. The sun's pretty high up.