The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Glowing, iridescent fibers are embedded in a massive, crystalline outcropping that's somehow grown out of a hillside. The air's heavy with a metallic, slightly sweet smell, and it's humid, like just before a storm breaks - the sun's hidden behind the hill, so I can only see the pale blue light reflecting off the crystal. Umm... a low-pitched hum is vibrating through everything, like the sound of a massive, quiet engine. As the fibers pulse, the nearby trees are slowly, steadily, shifting into different species, like they're cycling through a predetermined sequence.