The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shattered terrariums litter the ground, umm, releasing thick tendrils of carnivorous vines that seem to be devouring nearby splintered wooden furniture. The air's heavy with the scent of damp earth and like, a low hum of static electricity, as if the vines are somehow generating a localized electromagnetic field. The sky above is a sickly shade of yellow, and the sun appears to be slowly sinking into the ground as if the very horizon itself is swallowing it whole. In the distance, the silvery, iridescent shells of giant, beached nautiluses are... somehow unfolding into labyrinthine structures that seem to be pulling the surrounding environment inward.