The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shattered slabs of obsidian cover the slope of a massive, crystalline mountain, reflecting the pale light of a setting sun that appears to be... inside the mountain. The air's heavy with an otherworldly stillness and the scent of burning copal, and it feels like the moment before a storm breaks. A massive, Platonic solid – a truncated icosidodecahedron, I think – seems to be rising from the ground itself, emitting a low, thrumming vibration that's causing the nearby rocks to reassemble into perfect, fractal patterns. Umm, the sky above is totally silent, like someone hit mute on the whole atmosphere.