The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The sky's this deep indigo hue, with the air smelling of wet soil and ozone-free petrichor. Uh, a bunch of shattered, crystal shards are regrowing into perfect, unblemished formations in mid-air, only to shatter again in a perpetual cycle, releasing tiny bursts of luminescent mist. It's kinda chilly, with this super faint hum – not really loud enough to be called a drone – and it's super still, no breeze or anything. I'm surrounded by ancient, intricately carved, monolithic dolmens that seem to be subtly shifting their arrangement.