The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's illuminating a massive, ancient stone calendar covered in strange glyphs and astronomical symbols, situated at the center of a perfectly still and silent, elliptical-shaped lake. The air is crisp and dry, with a hint of burning sage, and the only sound is the soft lapping of water against the stone platform supporting the calendar. Like, the calendar's intricate carvings seem to be slowly shifting and rearranging themselves, as if being rewritten by an invisible force. A thin, crystalline pillar rises from the center of the calendar, somehow suspending a gleaming, silver crescent moon in mid-air.