The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, frosty vines cover a colossal stone statue of some ancient, forgotten deity, uh, it's got like, this intricate, hieroglyph-like script etched into its surface that seems to be rewriting itself, slowly, one line at a time. A gentle, ambient vibration emanates from the statue, casting a diffuse, pulsating hum through the still, misty air. Iridescent fog clings to the air around me, heavy with the scent of frankincense, and somehow, tiny rivulets of quicksilver seem to be etching themselves into the surface of a nearby, crystalline pool of still water.