The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, iridescent mist is pooling at the bottom of a massive, naturally-formed amphitheater, like the air itself is condensing into a liquid. The sky above is a deep, burning crimson, with the sun hanging directly overhead, but somehow the mist isn't evaporating or even rippling from the heat. Umm, the sound of slow, deliberate drumming is echoing off the walls, but it's not coming from anywhere visible - it's just sort of... resonating through the air. A chunk of the moon is lodged in the rocky outcropping above, partially buried in the stone.