The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, ancient stone cylinders covered in moss are arranged in a seemingly organic pattern, stretching into the distance like they're part of some vast, crystalline organ. The air's thick with the scent of damp earth, and a low, pulsing hum seems to emanate from the cylinders themselves, casting a fine, iridescent dust into the air. As I move through the space, I feel this odd, low-frequency vibration beneath my feet, and I see rivulets of what looks like liquid silver quietly flowing from the tips of the cylinders, only to be reabsorbed by the ground itself. It's overcast, feels like late morning.