At the center of this psychedelic garden, nestled within a cluster of the pulsating fungi, was the Nouveau Enigma. It was not what the Harbinger had expected. Instead of a grand artifact or an imposing monolith, the Enigma was a simple object, a small, unassuming scarab carved from a shimmering meteorite. Its wings, folded neatly against its back, were etched with intricate symbols that pulsed with an inner light.