The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, sentient slabs of gneiss are somehow folding into each other like origami in the center of a massive, naturally formed amphitheater on a desolate, grey planet. Umm, the air's thick with the smell of wet stone and the sun's stuck at perpetual noon, casting a pale, even light over the slabs as they reconfigure themselves into what looks like an ancient Sumerian temple. Water's trickling out of the folds in the stone, pooling into a series of intricate canals that seem to be resonating with a low-frequency hum that's vibrating through the ground. The air's heavy with an electric charge.