The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, swirling patterns of colored smoke rise from the base of a massive, crystal-encrusted dolmen in the center of a sprawling, dusty impact crater, uh, like the air's dry and still with an electric charge making my skin tingle. The dolmen appears to be generating some kind of localized temporal loop, with fragments of meteorites reassembling themselves mid-air before shattering apart again. The scent of ozone-free air and heated rock fills my lungs, and a constant, earsplitting whine like the reverberation of a massive gong seems to be shaking the ground beneath my feet. The sky above is a sickly shade of chartreuse.