The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Groves of ancient, twisted cedars surround a series of naturally occurring, hexagonal stone formations that seem to be reflecting a soft, ethereal light... Umm, like, the air's really heavy with the scent of wet earth and cedar oil, and there's this low, pulsing hum that harmonizes with the sound of dripping water echoing from within the formations. Shards of black tourmaline jut out from the stone, casting these diffuse, miniature rainbows across the misty ground, and the sky above is somehow completely still, with no clouds or wind. Time seems to be... skipping ahead by about three seconds every minute.