The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Frosty morning air carries the smell of wet stone as water cascades down a massive, naturally occurring quartz crystal monolith, somehow slicing through its solid facets like they're air, too. The sky above is a pale shade of cerulean, with the sun hanging low in the east, casting an intense, almost palpable glow across the misty landscape... Outside, delicate, swirling patterns seem to be etched into the clouds, reflecting an impossible, mirror-like replica of the Cygnus X-1 star. Uh, the air's crisp, and there's this low, persistent hum emanating from beneath the monolith's surface.