The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, crumbly stone is forming this massive, naturally occurring amphitheater around me, like it just eroded into perfect stadium seating over thousands of years or something... Umm, a thin, even layer of iridescent, glittery dust coats every surface, giving off a sweet, almost cotton candy-like smell that's overpowering the musty earth scent. Air's super still, and the sky above is this pale, washed-out blue, like it's midday but behind thick, diffusing clouds or something, and there's just... this delicate, perfect crescent moon hanging in the air, right above center stage, just resting there unsupported.