The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, ancient dolmen looms in the center of a parched, salt-flat expanse, its stone slabs etched with tiny, intricate glyphs that match the sigils used in chaos magic. The air is hot and still, with a faint tang of ozone hanging over the dry earth. Uh, the sky above seems to be showing a real-time image of the Crab Nebula, the stars and gas clouds shifting and boiling like a living thing. A low, almost imperceptible hum vibrates through the ground, and my aching legs are killing me as I take in the surreal landscape.