The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, there's a vast, dry lakebed stretching out under the mid-morning sun, with the sky a pale blue above. The air's got this still, heavy quality to it, and it smells like wet clay, but the ground itself is totally parched and cracked. A series of concentric circles are etched into the earth, like... they're just there, no visible means of creation, and they're somehow reflecting the light in a way that's making tiny, inverted versions of the surrounding landscape appear within them. The circles seem to be slowly shifting, rearranging themselves, but it's not like the earth is moving or anything.