The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's dripping slowly from the edges of a massive, intricately carved stone yoni, set at the center of a vast, dry lake bed. The air's thick and heavy with the scent of wet earth, and the mid-afternoon sunlight is casting a stark, geometric pattern of shadows on the cracked, pale soil. Like, a swarm of tiny, iridescent wasps are hovering around the yoni, somehow weaving a delicate, three-dimensional representation of the Flower of Life into the air using threads of what looks like pure, crystalline salt. The air's still, but there's this faint, pulsating hum.