The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A disembowelled, ancient crocodile's corpse hangs from a frayed rope, swinging lazily above a slow-moving, rancid stream of blood and entrails in a narrow, earthen trench... The air's thick and heavy, like the sky before a tornado, and it smells like charred meat and burned tar, with a metallic tang from the dense, oily fumes hanging over the water. A shattered, obsidian-colored monolith seems to be embedded in the crocodile's exposed spine, radiating a low, pulsating hum, while its body's being consumed by a slow-moving, phosphorescent fungus. Uh, the fungus is kinda... spreading... upwards, defying gravity.