The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Twin waterfalls cascade down either side of a gleaming, obsidian monolith, sending wispy tendrils of mist curling into the air. Umm, the air's got a weird charge to it, making the fine hairs on my arms stand up, and there's this sweet, earthy scent that's almost overwhelming. Like, a flock of starlings made of what looks like shredded newspaper is wheeling through the air above the monolith, their forms constantly shifting as they fly. A tiny, perfect replica of the Great Pyramid is slowly taking shape on the monolith's flat top.