The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tendrils of crystallized salt are forming a latticework around a massive, ancient dolmen, its stone surface etched with Phoenician symbols and cryptic, geometric patterns. The air's heavy with the smell of seaweed and damp earth, and it's oppressively still, like the whole atmosphere is just... paused. A low, constant hum's vibrating the air, despite the eerie silence, and the pale mid-morning sun's reflecting off a nearby, perfectly still salt lake, casting an odd, double-image shadow on the surrounding rocky ground. The dolmen's somehow sinking into the salt lake, like it's being swallowed by the earth itself.