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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of late afternoon sunlight are curling around the edges of a massive, ancient dolmen, its stone slabs etched with cryptic symbols from some forgotten dialect that seem to match the kabbalistic Tree of Life. Umm, the air's heavy with the smell of damp earth and moss, and a faint, pulsating electric charge seems to be emanating from the stones. The air's perfectly still, no signs of wind or insects, but somehow a steady trickle of glittering silver dust is pouring out from a small crack in the dolmen, forming an intricate pattern on the surrounding moss. The sun's just beginning to dip below the horizon.