The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Frosted mist clings to... massive, hexagonal pillars supporting an endlessly vast, star-studded cave. It's... cold, freezing air slicing through like... no effort at all. Echo, damn it... there's no wind, and yet a swirling pattern of crop circles just appears, somehow drawn in the perfectly still dust that coats every inch of this cavern... umm... stretching out. cough... A single kanji symbol from the I Ching hangs suspended in mid-air, pulsating as if somehow actually containing, containing... some fraction of all... life.