The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Moss-covered, cyclopean statues rise from a sprawling, overgrown plaza, their faces serene and unyielding. Umm, the air's thick with the scent of wet earth and decaying leaves, and a low-pressure system seems to be gathering on the horizon, with dark clouds stacking up like... an anvil. The statues appear to be absorbing the sound of a perpetual, crystalline vibration emanating from beneath the plaza, where a section of the Flower of Life seems to be growing in perfect, geometric harmony with the underlying crystalline matrix. A lone sun hangs still at the zenith.