The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shards of splintered stone are bursting apart in mid-air as a colossal, rose-quartz-encrusted omphalos tears through the ground, like... vines and roots from some unseen plant are snaking out of the cracked earth, wrapping themselves around the monolithic structure. Umm, the air is charged with an electric tension, the scent of frankincense and myrrh hanging heavy over everything, and a frenzied vortex of cryptic symbols, Sumerian and cuneiform script, is converging on the omphalos, etching themselves into its surface as the sky above becomes a deep, burning crimson.