The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, massive stone statues of cats are scattered across the dusty, barren landscape of a long-abandoned quarry. The air's still, with a faint tang of limestone, and a few wispy clouds drift lazily across the pale blue sky above. Like, somehow, the statues are all covered in bright green moss, despite the dry, desert-like conditions, and small rocks keep shifting from one statue's base to another without anything actually moving them. The sun beats down, casting long shadows across the dusty ground.