The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A colossal, crystal-encrusted gargoyle rises out of the ground, water cascading off its moss-covered shoulders like it's just emerged from the depths of the earth. Umm, schools of tiny, bioluminescent shrimp are darting through the crystal formations on its back, lighting them up like an ethereal roadmap of ley lines. The air's heavy with the scent of wet stone, no breeze to speak of, and the sky above is a deep, foreboding grey, like a storm's about to break – but the atmosphere's weirdly still, charged with an electric tension that's making my skin prickle.