The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A ridiculously large, intricately carved wooden sphere somehow dominates the entire valley, its surface covered in delicate patterns that reflect a pale, golden light from the afternoon sun hanging low in the sky. The air's really still, with a sweet, honey-like smell, and the sound of water trickling somewhere in the distance is really soothing... Umm, tiny rivulets of crystal-clear liquid somehow flow upwards from the surrounding rocks, forming small pools around the base of the sphere that seem to be subtly rippling as if being manipulated by some invisible force. The atmosphere feels weirdly... calm.