The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive stone spheres are scattered across a barren, dusty plain under a pale, mid-morning sun, casting long shadows despite being somehow... translucent, the surrounding landscape visible through them as if they're made of frosted glass. The air is thick with the smell of ozone and burning rock, and the ground crackles with static electricity. In the distance, the spheres seem to be slowly drawing together, moving as if pulled by unseen forces, their translucent surfaces reflecting the surrounding landscape in distorted, curved images. A low hum vibrates through the air, like... a massive, distant engine idling.