The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ancient, monolithic standing stones pierce the pale blue sky like shards of stone, scattered across a vast, windswept moor that stretches out to the horizon. Uh, the air's heavy with damp earth and peat, a misty rain seeps from the low clouds above, soaking the spongy earth beneath. The standing stones... they're etched with Ogham script that seems to shift and writhe across their surfaces like living vines, whispering an eerie, primeval chant carried on the wind. One of the stones has an open, ragged void in its center that appears to be a stable gateway to starry night sky, despite being fully exposed to daylight.