The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's really pale here... Got this massive, abandoned Aztec-style ball court, overgrown with vines and weeds, surrounded by air that's thick with pollen. Iridescent-feathered seagulls are just perched all along the stone ledges, silently watching the miniature replicas of Stonehenge scattered across the playing field... the stones themselves seem to be, like, covered in this really faint, pulsing symbol - looks like it's drawn from Crowley's Liber Juratis, somehow etched into the rock.