The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, curved horns made of some kind of gleaming, silver material are protruding from the sides of a sheer, rocky cliff face. The air's got this sharp, ozone-like smell, and it's making my head spin... uh, the horns are vibrating, and it's creating this low-pitched hum that's resonating through the ground. A section of the cliff face is slowly unraveling, revealing a narrow tunnel or cave behind it, but somehow the rocks are reassembling themselves into perfect, crystalline structures as they fall away. The sun's high up in the sky, beating down on everything.