The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's seeping down this rough, black granite cliff face, like, forming a misty veil that rises from the base. The air's crisp and still, smelling of wet stone, and the morning sun casts an intense beam that highlights the rock's texture. A section of the cliff, maybe ten feet wide, is quietly... unraveling, its granite fibers unwinding like yarn, forming a neat, growing pile at the bottom. The sound of dripping water's really loud, and there's a background hum, kinda steady, but not, like, overpowering.