The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, there's this massive, sprawling fungal network covering a series of ancient, crumbling dolmens, like, the caps of the mushrooms are reflecting this weird, silver-blue light. The air's humid, and it smells like damp soil and decaying leaves. A thin, wispy tendril of cloud has somehow passed through a narrow gap between two of the dolmens, and it's now stuck, not moving, even though the rest of the clouds are drifting lazily across the sky. The silence is broken only by the faint hum of, I guess, some sort of vibration, resonating through the stones.