The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering above me, ancient monolithic statues are somehow slowly sprouting what looks like massive, fluffy dandelion seeds, their wispy tendrils carrying away in the gentle breeze. Like, it's super humid in here, the air's heavy with the scent of saltwater, and it's pretty gray and overcast, with sunlight diffusing through the thick clouds, making it look like late afternoon. Water's lapping gently at the base of the statues, and the sound of seagulls is coming from... inside the stone, somehow. The air pressure's kinda weird, feels like we're like, twenty feet underwater, despite being above the surface.