The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's casting a weird, rippled pattern on the rough stone ground... I'm in some kind of, like, abandoned quarry or excavation site, the air's really still and heavy with the smell of damp earth. A massive, ancient stone statue of a long-extinct animal is somehow slowly changing its pose, its stone limbs flexing like they're made of clay, despite being totally covered in moss and lichen. The sound of distant, muffled rushing water is echoing off the quarry walls, it's kinda disorienting.