The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's dripping slowly from the edges of a massive, stone-carved omphalos in the center of a hollowed-out, ancient cedar forest. Like, the air's thick with the smell of damp earth and decaying leaves, and it's heavy with a weird, almost palpable stillness. The forest's canopy above is an unnatural, perfect grid of intersecting tree limbs, filtering the sunlight in a repeating pattern of cryptic symbols... basically looks like someone encoded the Kybalion's entire philosophy into this natural trellis. Uh, thin tendrils of mist are slowly uncoiling from the omphalos' base, like they're trying to creep out into the surrounding forest floor.