The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive stone quarry stretches out, like, as far as the eye can see, under this hazy, mid-morning sun. Air's heavy with dust, the smell of damp earth and rocks. The steady sound of dripping water echoes through the still air, which is pretty humid, as a section of quarry wall somehow continues to seamlessly reassemble itself from the ground up, like it's being built all over again. Umm, no visible machinery or equipment is doing the construction, it's just happening, rock by rock, quietly reconstituting this huge section of the quarry wall.