The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A dense thicket of blackberry brambles seems to have engulfed this ancient, abandoned dolmen, like, vines crawling up the weathered stones, almost totally obscuring the entrance. The air's heavy with a sweet, floral scent and a gentle hum, similar to the buzzing of bees, but, uh, it's coming from the brambles themselves. Water's slowly seeping from the cracks in the dolmen, creating a shallow, mirror-like pool that seems to be reflecting a constellation of stars, which aren't actually in the sky above – just this one huge star that's been visible everywhere. The air's perfectly still.