The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Frayed, pulsing strands of cirrus cloud unravel from the stationary core of a supercell thunderstorm, illuminated by a frozen flash of lightning that refuses to dissipate. Uh, the air's heavy with the scent of petrichor and the storm's electromagnetic charge is making my... everything tingle. Below, a sprawling network of dry riverbeds converges on a perfectly spherical impact crater, its surface etched with ciphers referencing the Picatrix and a ritual invocation of the lunar Mansions of al-'Anwa. The storm's eerie stillness is only broken by the low hum of telluric currents.