The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering, sentinel-like menhirs stand around the perimeter of a massive, empty parking lot, their surfaces etched with tiny, pulsing glyphs from the Cyäegetic script. Umm, the air is heavy with the smell of wet asphalt, and it's pouring rain, but the raindrops just...disappear when they hit the ground, leaving no puddles. In the center of the lot, a huge, crystal-tipped obelisk is rotating slowly, seemingly of its own accord, its facets reflecting the pale, diffuse light of an overcast sky. The air's got this weird, buzzing charge, like it's alive.