The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Colossal, fossilized bones jut out of a chalky, white cliff face, their massive vertebrae covered in bright, iridescent graffiti that seems to be pulsing... like, slightly. The air's got this weird, sweet-and-sour taste, with a gentle, cool breeze blowing across the flat, dusty plain stretching out beneath the cliff. Uh, it's late afternoon, judging by the sun's position, and it's weirdly humid, but there's not a cloud in the sky. A slow trickle of crystal clear water is somehow seeping upwards from the ground and pooling around the fossilized bones.