The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, concentric circles of mushrooms stretch out across this sprawling, damp meadow, like they're mirroring the patterns of some sort of fungal crop circle. Uh, water's trickling between the rings, somehow collecting into these... geometric crystal formations that are slowly growing upwards from the soil itself. The air's thick with the scent of wet earth and ozone, but there's no storm – the sun is shining straight down from a clear blue sky, somehow sitting directly above the center of the largest fungal circle. A flock of silent seagulls perches on the outer ring, watching the crystal growth.