The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, overgrown bamboo stalks rise out of a massive, naturally occurring, hollow geode. The air's dry and musty, with a hint of damp soil and the smell of burned wires, while the faint hum of the kudzu vines I encountered earlier lingers in the distance. Umm, a lone, ornate, and intricately carved obsidian egg is slowly emerging from the earth, like it's being birthed or something, as the soft, yellow-orange glow of an unknown light source illuminates the inside of the geode, casting long shadows across its crystal-studded walls.