The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering, crystalline obelisks are rising out of a massive, perfectly circular sinkhole, like, a mile deep in the middle of a parched desert landscape. Umm, the air's thick with the smell of creosote and ozone, and it's so hot the sun's glare is warping the view through the shimmering heat haze. Bioluminescent, fungal growths are spreading across the crystal surfaces, illuminating ancient, Atlantean script that's somehow shifting, rewriting itself as the fungal tendrils spread, defying any notion of solid stone. Water is pouring upwards out of the sinkhole, forming a massive, crystalline-studded geyser that's not falling back down.