The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's dripping from a sprawling, naturally formed crystal lattice that's somehow supporting the weight of this massive, ancient dolmen, and the air's thick with the smell of damp earth. Umm, the sky's a deep, foreboding grey, with the sun hovering just below the horizon, casting a sickly yellow glow over everything. Like, a series of faint, pulsating orbs are rising from the ground itself, slowly climbing the dolmen's pillars to disappear into the crystal lattice above. The air's got this heavy, almost crushing stillness, like it's just holding its breath, waiting for something.