The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Twisted, rust-colored vines are wrapping around a collection of ancient, weathered dolmens that appear to be... growing out of a cracked, barren expanse of volcanic glass. Umm, air's thick and still, with this heavy, sweet scent like overripe fruit, and the sky above is a sickly yellow color, casting an eerie light over everything. The sun is somehow stuck at the horizon, surrounded by this halo of pulsating, blue-green energy that seems to be pulling the light out of the air. Water's trickling upwards from the ground to nourish the vines, defying gravity.