The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A tiny, gemstone-encrusted nautilus shell is somehow supporting the weight of a colossal, crystalline monolith, its facets reflecting a warm, golden light from... uh, I think it's late morning, judging by the sun's position. Air's crisp, with a hint of cedarwood, and the atmosphere's so still it feels vacuum-sealed, like the sound's been sucked out of the environment. The monolith's emitting this low-frequency hum, and I can feel the vibrations through the ground – tiny, iridescent threads of what looks like pure crystal are slowly unspooling from the shell's spires, weaving together to form a complex, three-dimensional sigil around the monolith's base.