The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's shining down through water... that's somehow pooling upwards, like, accumulating on the underside of these huge, flat boulders that are strewn all over the place. Air's heavy with the smell of damp earth, and the humidity's making my pounding headache worse. I'm seeing these weird, geometric patterns etched into the boulders, like they've been carved out or something, and... the sound of my own breathing is somehow... echoing back at me a few seconds after I take each breath. The air's really still, no breeze to speak of, and the sun is straight overhead, beating down with this intense pressure.