The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ancient, intricately carved monoliths rise from a shallow, foggy lake, their weathered surfaces reflecting the pale, early morning sunlight. Umm, the still air is heavy with the scent of damp stone and ozone, the faint hum of a distant, unseen engine vibrating through the misty atmosphere. As I walk along the water's edge, a section of the constellation Cygnus X-1 appears to be submerged in the lake's murky depths, its starlight softly pulsing amidst the monoliths like a bioluminescent entity. The sound of gentle lapping of the water against the stone is somehow in perfect sync with a phrase from "Threnody to the Victims of Hiroshima".