The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive crystal orb, reflecting shades of turquoise and amethyst, sits atop a pedestal in the center of a still pond. Water's flowing out of the orb, like, pouring onto the surrounding stone floor and seeping into the moss-covered cracks, without any visible source or inlet. The air's got a scent of wet earth and ozone's absence, but there's this heavy stillness, like after a thunderstorm. Meanwhile, the constellation of Orion's visibly shifting in the sky, its stars rearranging to form an entirely new pattern, and I can feel the hum of that disturbance echoing through the ground beneath my feet.