The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Darkness is pouring from a crack in the ground, like, in a continuous flow. It's daytime here, the air's crisp and still, and there's a low hum of bees hovering around the rim of a massive, stone cenotaph that dominates the landscape. The sun's position in the sky seems frozen, unmoving - it's been stuck in this exact spot for... who knows how long? Meanwhile, tiny, crystal spires on the cenotaph's surface are reflecting and refracting an unearthly light from within the crack.