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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, twisted antlers are emerging from a weathered, limestone outcropping, their tines etched with strange, Enochian glyphs that seem to be reflecting the pale light of the late afternoon sun. The air's heavy with the smell of damp earth and decaying leaves, and it's charged with a palpable electric energy that's making my skin prickle. Umm, the surrounding environment's somehow perfectly frozen in place – no wind, no rustling leaves, not even any shifting shadows – like the entire scene's been captured in a perpetual, unblinking photograph. The antlers appear to be slowly growing, like...unfolding, or unfolding themselves.