The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight pours in from a bunch of windows that are just set into the rough stone walls of what feels like an ancient cave monastery. A bunch of weathered stone statues of...I think they're supposed to be horses, are scattered all over the room, covered in layers of dust, but their eyes seem to be made of some kind of polished silver. Outside, it's got to be early morning judging by the low sun in the sky. One of the stone statues has just suddenly reassembled itself, and it looks like it's been dipped in wet paint that's now slowly dripping off its back.