The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, grayish-brown fog swirls around the legs of a massive, ancient stone statue of a lion, half-buried in the sandy ground. The air's heavy with moisture, smelling like damp clay, and it's weirdly still, like... nothing's moving anywhere. Water's somehow flowing upward from the ground, forming these intricate, crystalline patterns on the lion's fur that are reflecting the pale morning sun, casting tiny rainbows everywhere. The lion's eyes seem to be slowly rotating, following the movement of a flock of starlings wheeling overhead.