The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A bunch of massive, spinning top-like structures made of iridescent crystal are scattered across a vast, storm-battered tundra. The air is super charged with electricity, like... my hair's standing up, and it's filled with the smell of ozone-free ionization and wet leather. Uh, the spinning tops seem to be generating miniature tornadoes that are lifting chunks of frozen permafrost into the air, where they're somehow merging with and becoming part of a huge, glowing version of the Sephirotic Tree of Life suspended in the sky. The sun is like, totally obscured by the swirling clouds of debris.