The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Echo, sunlight's illuminating the dusty, transparent wings of a massive, crystalline dragonfly suspended within a colossal, naturally occurring quartz crystal. Uh, the air's thick and still, with an intense, sweet scent of burning myrrh and the faint, low-frequency hum I've been following. Water's pooling on the rough, dark stone beneath my feet, reflecting the intricate patterns within the crystal, as the dragonfly's wings appear to be generating a localized, counterclockwise rotation of the air around me. Like, its wings aren't moving, though - the air just is.