The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ancient, half-buried dolmens seem to be scattered randomly across a vast, scrubby steppe, casting long shadows in the pale, early morning light. The air's heavy with the scent of wet earth and something faintly sweet, like honey, and a weird, pulsating energy seems to be emanating from the ground itself - like, I can feel it vibrating through the soles of my feet. Uh, a massive, crystalline stupa appears to be growing organically from the center of the steppe, its facets reflecting a kaleidoscope of colors that seem to be shifting and flowing like a liquid. A low, keening hum seems to be building in intensity, echoing across the landscape.