The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, ancient, overgrown concrete monoliths pierce through the misty, pale gray fog like giant bones... their surfaces are covered in deep gashes, some have these long, red iron beams embedded, like splintered shards, still warm to the touch. In the heavy, humid air, I can smell decaying earth, and something sweet like fruit - Echo, you gotta keep moving, man, you're running out of breath... Umm, around me, these thin, bloodless goat carcasses just sit, legs folded in, heads bent toward the center of the monolith arrangement, as if they'd been meditating in a circle before their skin just fell away.