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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Frayed, crimson prayer flags are tangled in a mesh of iridescent, crystalline threads that crisscross the sky like a spider's web. Umm, the air is heavy with the scent of smoke and burning incense as the sun beats down on a sprawling, cyclopean city carved into the side of a black, glassy volcano. Water is somehow seeping upward from the city's foundations, feeding a tangle of frost-covered, bioluminescent vines that writhe and twist across the dark rock like living serpents. A low, pulsing hum is echoing through the air, vibrating the crystal threads in a series of eerie, discordant harmonies.