The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A dense, impenetrable thicket of razor-sharp thorns is sprawled across the cracked, black earth, punctuated by twisted, ancient tree trunks with Dogecoin symbols carved into their bark. Like, the air's thick with this heavy, cloying scent of frankincense and myrrh again, and the sky above's a sickly yellowish color with clouds of swirling, silver mist. The thorns seem to be slowly shifting, rearranging themselves in patterns that correspond to the etched symbols – and a massive, crystalline monolith's somehow jutting out of the thicket's center, water cascading down its sides despite the arid air.