The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, ancient-looking cypress trees tower above a sprawling, crescent-shaped stone monument covered in symbols from the Picatrix. Umm, like, the air's crisp, with a hint of cedarwood, and the humidity's high, with the single sun hanging low in the sky casting a warm, orange glow over everything. The water from a nearby, serene lake is trickling down the monument, creating a repeating pattern that seems to be somehow absorbing the sound of the nearby waterfalls, causing an area of complete silence to form around the monument's center. Tiny, iridescent insects are burrowing into the stone.