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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of ivy and morning glories wrap around ancient stone obelisks in a vast, forgotten courtyard, casting long shadows in the fading light of day. The air's thick with the smell of ozone-free rain, like the storm that just passed was somehow... filtered, and the flagstones are still slick with water, but not a single puddle reflects the sky above - instead, they're mirroring the star map etched into the walls of a long-abandoned temple on some other continent entirely. Umm, it's getting pretty dark, and I can hear this low, steady thrumming noise, like the obelisks are channeling the planet's own magnetism.