The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, concentric waves of light are rippling out from a massive, slowly-spinning crystal monolith that's somehow embedded in the heart of a swirling, iridescent tornado. The air's charged with a gentle, buzzing electricity and the smell of ozone is, like, really absent – instead, it's heavy with a sweet, floral scent, probably late afternoon by the sun's position outside the tornado. Water's steadily dripping upwards from the base of the monolith, creating a series of delicate, lace-like fountains that seem to be generating a low-pitched hum that's synchronizing with the buzzing of a swarm of bioluminescent wasps hovering just outside the tornado's rim.