The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ancient, weathered sundials stretch like petrified limbs from the fog-shrouded hillside, casting long shadows that twist across the uneven terrain like a madman's sketch. Uh, heavy fog swirls through the air, dense and chill, redolent with damp earth and something acrid... Umm, faint creaking sounds rise from the base of a massive, crystalline entity in the distance – an impossible intersection of five, impossibly interconnected Platonic solids that appear to be channeling wispy, auroral lights towards the grey-brown haze overhead, an endless mist that swallows all horizon and sense of place. Gravity pulls at an angle.