The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, water's trickling through ancient, eroded hieroglyphics carved into the sides of... some sort of crystalline monoliths. The air's super still, heavy with the scent of burnt copper, and it feels like it's midday, but the sky's this weird, deep indigo color that's kinda giving me a headache. This weird, pulsing iridescence is emanating from the monoliths, and it's somehow syncing up with the beating of my heart... I feel like I've been shattered into a thousand pieces, every inch of my body screaming in protest. A chunk of opal is lodged in the center of one monolith, just... hovering in mid-air.