The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shafts of dim, turquoise light illuminate the chamber within an ancient, hollowed meteorite, where an impossible Ouroboros-Jörmungandr hybrid etched into the crystalline surface seems to be reorganizing the mineral structure of the surrounding meteoric rock. Uh, the still, heavy air clings to my skin, thick with the metallic scent reminiscent of iron filings. Tiny wisps of mist unfold from the meteorite's cracks, swirling into the symbol, which slowly continues to change its pattern as if influenced by an unknown force. Crystalline shards begin to dislodge, hovering suspended in mid-air around the shifting design.