The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a large stone sundial dominates the center of a barren, rocky outcropping, with deep grooves carved into its surface like some ancient, forgotten calendar. The air's crisp and thin, with a hint of metallic tang, and it's like the sky above is a deep shade of purple, even though the sun's still shining brightly. A massive, crystal-encrusted boulder somehow hovers at the sundial's tip, as if balanced, despite the fact that it's several times larger than the sundial itself. The air's completely still, like everything's holding its breath.