The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, levitating obsidian monolith is slowly rotating above a sea of mercury, casting a distorted, rippling reflection of the pale yellow sun positioned at high noon in the sky. Umm, the air's thick with the scent of sulfur and ozone-free smoke, and it feels heavy, like there's a lot of pressure pushing down. Tendrils of crystalline mist are sprouting from the monolith, emitting a low-frequency hum that's making the air vibrate, and... it's somehow pulling a bunch of miniature, spectral black holes towards it, which are silently sucking in nearby debris.