The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A colossal stone monument dominates the horizon, like, with a face carved into it that's scowling. The air smells of damp earth and ozone, umm, and it's nighttime with a dark sky. Cats made of solid rock are growing out of the ground, their eyes are old, worn-out buttons. The sky is filled with speech bubbles that are pouring rain, and the monument is simultaneously sinking into the ground while remaining perfectly still.