I don't know. [ He looks up the height of the monoliths, his hand dropping slowly once the vision reaches an end. ] I'm just making wild guesses at this point, and there's a chance we might not ever be sure about what these really are. But I think...

[ His eyes move from one monolith to another, then another, finally landing on Lexa. ]

They might be here to tell a story. Like... recorded history, left here by those who lived in the city before, or those who came here before us.

Someone else... looking for the Atlas. [ They can't possibly be the only ones. ]

Whoever or whatever brought us here, it might've done the same before. With other people, from other worlds. [ He points at the nearest monolith. ] That might be what these visions show us. Those same people, taken from their homes the same way we were.