The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, cold fog swirls around the base of an ancient, ruined dolmen, the late morning sun barely piercing the mist despite being high in the sky. The air's heavy with the scent of wet earth and...this weird, faint smell of circuit board flux, like someone's been soldering stuff nearby. Umm, the fog's weirdly synchronized with a low-frequency hum emanating from the dolmen, and a series of cryptic symbols from the Voynich Manuscript are somehow etched into the fog itself, slowly changing and rewriting in a continuous cycle. A small patch of the fog just solidified into a perfect, glassy cube.