The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a massive, crystalline monolith pierces through the center of a ruined, medieval-style monastery kitchen, its surface covered in etched diagrams of alchemical processes and sacred geometry symbols. Rusted cooking utensils and shredded animal carcasses litter the floor, with thick layers of congealed fat coating every surface. The air's heavy with the smell of rotting meat, smoke, and ozone... as a chunk of the kitchen's brick wall is slowly being rewritten into an intricate, pulsing circuit board, sparks crackling through the gaps between mortar and stone.