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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Crystalline filaments are weaving together in mid-air like a tapestry, reflecting the pale light of an obscured sun that seems to be coming from everywhere at once. Uh, the air's heavy with the scent of damp clay, and there's a faint buzzing sound, similar to the hum of a guitar string, but it's coming from a series of ancient, cyclopean stones arranged in a circle on the ground. The still air is charged with an expectant tension, and the ground seems to be breathing, slowly expanding and contracting in a slow, rhythmic motion. It's late morning, judging from the light.