The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, cyclopean statues of long-forgotten therianthropic deities stand atop a sprawling, black rock mesa, covered in what looks like glittering, bioluminescent lichen that's reacting to... uh, these low-frequency seismic vibrations. The air's dry and crisp, with the sun beating down from a pale blue, cloudless sky; I can see its disk hovering just above the horizon. Thin, wispy strands of iridescent, crystalline material somehow weave these statues together, anchoring them against what looks like crushing, constant winds. My damn vision's getting all wavy...