The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, water's seeping out of the intricate carvings on a series of ancient, monolithic stone heads that seem to be staring directly upwards. The air's heavy with a damp, mossy scent and it's eerily still, with this... odd feeling of weightlessness. A few iridescent birds from the geode are flitting around the space, landing on the stone heads, like they're trying to activate some hidden mechanism. Above, the sky is a pale silver, and it's snowing backwards, flakes rising upwards from the ground to coalesce into delicate crystals suspended high in the air.