The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The sky's a deep, bloody red, and it's like... raining upwards, with water droplets defying gravity and rising into the air. Massive, cyclopean statues of some kind of long-forgotten, eldritch creatures loom in the distance, partially buried in a sprawling, crystalline salt flat. Uh, the air's got this heavy, metallic taste, and it's buzzing with an electric charge that's making my skin prickle. A series of ancient, cryptic glyphs etched into the surface of the statues appear to be shifting, rearranging themselves in a pattern that mirrors the constellations in the sky above.