The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive, ancient stone wheels are half-buried in the ground, their intricate carvings seeming to... vibrate in the dim light. The air's heavy with an otherworldly scent, kinda like ozone but not quite, and there's this low, pulsating hum, like a heartbeat, coming from... somewhere. A slow, syrupy flow of iridescent liquid is seeping from the cracks in the wheels, forming a viscous, swirling pool that seems to be... reflecting an image that isn't there – like, the sky above, but it's pitch black, even though it's... definitely daytime.