The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Grey water's flowing upwards through a series of moss-covered fountains in a long-abandoned arboretum, the air's super heavy with the smell of damp earth and decaying leaves... Like, the sunlight filtering through the canopy above is casting these weird, shifting patterns on the forest floor. Uh, there's a giant, crystalline monolith jutting out of the underbrush, somehow emitting this low-pitched hum that's syncing up with the sound of... not my own heartbeat, but like, the forest's own pulse or something. Water's pooling at the base of the monolith, forming this weird, iridescent mirror that's reflecting an image of a galaxy that's definitely not our own.