The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ancient stone kivas rise from the dry, cracked earth like some sort of fossilized animal burrows, their entrances sealed with massive, twisted plugs of crystalline quartz. Umm... a sickly sweet scent, like fermented honey, hangs heavy in the air as a steady rain of fine silver dust falls from a deep indigo sky, giving the whole area an eerie, muted sheen. In the distance, a twisted, corkscrew-shaped tree trunk, easily the width of a house, appears to be slowly unscrewing itself from the earth, its bark rippling like the surface of a pond as it unwinds. My head's killing me.