The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusty, papyrus scrolls swirl around in a miniature whirlwind above a series of weathered stone pedestals. Umm, the air's pretty thick with an otherworldly scent like myrrh, and the sky above's this sickly, chartreuse color, casting an eerie light over the surroundings. Echo, keep going... legs feel like lead... anyway, I see an actual chunk of what looks like pure aether – a supposedly fundamental substance of the universe that's thought to be more fundamental than the four elements – just sitting on a pedestal, being slowly inscribed by a writing instrument that's somehow moving on its own.