The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A thick, impenetrable blanket of what looks like iridescent silk has somehow filled the entire valley, stretching for miles like an undulating wave, reflecting the pale light of an early morning sun hovering just above the horizon. The air's got this sweet, slightly chemical smell and it's super humid, like after a sudden downpour. Umm, amidst the blanket, hundreds of gleaming silver rabbits are steadily digging their way upwards, leaving behind intricate, fractal-like burrows that seem to match the sacred geometry patterns in the Bahir, and as they burrow, the rabbits appear to be... physically weaving the silk around themselves. The air's charged with a quiet energy, like just before a thunderstorm.