The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, water gushes out of ancient stone statues shaped like hippopotamuses, filling a large, tranquil oasis within a sand-swept canyon system. The air's dry, afternoon sunlight casting long shadows as palm trees lean over the still pools, their reflections nearly perfect. Like, nearby, massive chunks of honeycomb somehow protrude organically from weathered stone, their hexagonal patterns still perfectly intact, filled with an unknown dark, liquid substance, like resin.