The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A flock of drones is swarming around this ancient, stone monolith, somehow assembling a perfectly accurate replica of the Qliphoth – an obscure, mystical model of the underworld – out of scraps of machinery and twigs. Like, the air's dry and static-filled, with this faint scent of burned circuits, as the drones weave and dodge each other with a precision that's almost hypnotic. Uh, the sun is a pale disk low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the dusty, barren ground, and this impossible geometry etched into the side of the monolith seems to be drawing the drones closer, one by one.