The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of ivy are wrapped around a massive, ancient dolmen, its stones covered in moss and weathered Celtic knotwork carvings. The air's cool and damp, with a hint of frankincense, and the sky above is a pale, washed-out blue, like it's perpetually dawn. Uh, water's somehow flowing upwards from the base of the dolmen, forming a perfect, crystal-clear sphere that's just... sitting there, reflecting the knotwork patterns. The surrounding trees are motionless, no wind at all, despite the faint hum of, like, a thousand bees vibrating through the air.