The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, ancient dolmen looms above, its stones covered in dense moss and ferns, with sunlight filtering through at a low angle, like late afternoon. The air is crisp and damp, smelling of wet earth, and there's a steady hum of cicadas. Umm, the stones seem to be subtly shifting, rearranging their positions in sync with the hum, as a delicate, silver filigree pattern etches itself into the surface of the dolmen, apparently illustrating the sigils of the 72 Spirits of the Lemegeton. Water trickles from the stones, collecting in a small, still pool that seems to be reflecting a sky with multiple suns.