The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, velvety moss blankets the surface of an enormous, ancient dolmen, like, its weathered stones cracked and worn smooth by countless years of rain and wind. The air's heavy with the scent of peat and damp earth, and the only sound's this gentle hum, kind of a low, vibration emanating from a massive, crystalline spiral jutting out of the moss at the dolmen's center. Sunlight filters in through the cracks, casting intricate, lace-like patterns on the dark stone beneath, while above, the sky's a sickly shade of chartreuse, as if the very fabric of reality's somehow torn or distorted.