The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, iridescent mist swirls around a sleek, black onyx monolith that rises from the center of a dry, cracked lakebed. Umm, the air's got this heavy, electric charge to it, and it smells like ozone-free lightning on a summer day... Water seems to be flowing upwards from the fractured stone beneath, collecting into crystalline formations that echo the sacred geometry of the Flower of Life on the monolith's surface. As the sun hits its peak in the sky, the mist begins to take on the shape of an inverted merkabah.