The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, ancient petroglyphs depicting the Enochian Tablets of John Dee cover the rough-hewn surface of a massive stone monolith, its base somehow merging seamlessly with the trunk of a massive, twisted cypress tree. The air's thick with a damp, mossy scent, and the sky above's an eerie, sickly yellow – the sun's a thin silver crescent hanging just above the treetop canopy. A chunk of splintered, rusted steel seems to be embedded, mid-air, about chest-level in front of the monolith, like... just hanging there, no strings or anything, but nothing around it seems to be reacting to its presence.