The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, crystal-encrusted gate made of what looks like... obsidian or some kind of volcanic glass slowly, steadily rotates in the air, like, no visible supports or anything, and it's emitting a low, pulsing hum. I can feel the air charged with electricity, and the smell of agarita shrub is overpowering everything else – it's almost intoxicating. Uh, morning sunlight beats down relentlessly, casting a pale glow over the whole scene, and in the distance, I can see water flowing uphill from a circular depression, forming this intricate, mandala-like pattern on the stone ground.