The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive crystalline formations are embedded in a section of exposed earth, reflecting the late-morning sunlight streaming through a gap in the surrounding forest canopy... the air's crisp, with a scent of damp soil. Water's slowly trickling downwards, somehow reabsorbing into the crystals as it hits the ground, like it's being pulled upwards by some unseen force. The crystals are slowly shifting, rearranging themselves in sync with the faint humming of... a half-buried, antique motorcycle, its engine somehow still idling despite being partially disassembled and buried in the dirt.