The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Grey, dust-coated Buddhas are arranged in a massive, grid-like pattern across the cracked, dry earth of a sprawling, barren lakebed, like... totally desolate. Umm, their stone lips seem to be exhaling faint, iridescent mist that dissolves instantly into the arid air. The sky above is a sickly yellow, and I can feel my vision tunneling from the pain in my lungs. Some of the Buddhas appear to be sinking into the ground, as if being slowly swallowed by the earth, their bodies distorted and stretched like melting wax.