The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, ancient dolmens rise out of a dense thicket of rhododendron, their weathered stone faces covered in what looks like centuries-old moss and lichen. Umm, the air is heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying plant life, and the sky above is a deep, slate grey, like the sun's been obscured by thick clouds. A faint hum, almost a vibration, seems to be emanating from the dolmens, and the air's charged with an almost palpable electric tension. Water's pooling on the ground despite there being no rain, and it's reflecting an impossible, upside-down image of the dolmens.