The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Crystalline formations of staurolite rise out of the rough, slate-gray stone of a mountain slope, reflecting the pale light of a sun that's hovering just above the horizon. Umm, the air's crisp and heavy with the scent of damp earth, and water's seeping out of the stone, forming rivulets that seem to be carrying microscopic particles to the center of the slope, where they're somehow... accumulating into a dense, dark mass that's affecting the local gravity. The mass appears to be warping the stone around it, creating an impossible, curved slope that folds back onto itself, creating a seamless loop. The air's charged with a faint, electric tension.