The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a sprawling, ivy-covered dolmen sits amidst a field of vibrant wildflowers, its entrance guarded by a pair of massive stone tortoises with intricate, swirling patterns etched into their shells. As I... look around, a faint buzzing emanates from the dolmen's interior, drawing in a swarm of iridescent bees that seem to be depositing tiny, shimmering pollen particles onto the stones. The air's filled with the sweet scent of honey and fresh earth, with the sky above a deep, rich blue – and somehow, a crescent moon is suspended directly above the dolmen, despite it being mid-afternoon.