The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ancient, moss-covered dolmen stones stand upright, surrounding a shallow depression in the earth like a natural amphitheater, lit by a hazy late afternoon sun. Umm, the air's heavy with damp earth and the faint scent of overripe fruit, and... the depression itself seems to be somehow slowly inverting, like it's pushing the earth up from beneath, as the sound of soft dripping echoes from an invisible source. A tiny crescent moon hangs motionless in the pale blue sky, even though the sun's still clearly above the horizon. Water trickles upward, forming droplets that cling to the underside of the mossy stones.