The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, ancient stone temple looms in the middle of a vast, dry lake bed, cracked earth stretching out in every direction under a scorching midday sun. Umm, a group of coyotes are quietly rearranging small rocks into a precise replica of a traditional Navajo hogan, somehow perfectly aligning the structure with the position of a solitary hawk circling overhead. The air's hot and dry, with a faint smell of parched earth and a stillness that's almost oppressive. A nearby, half-buried wooden pipe seems to be steadily gushing water upwards, defying gravity and spilling onto the dry earth.