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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rusty, cyclopean arches stretch across the sky like a shattered bridge, their twisted limbs tangled in a thorny mass of iridescent, fiber-optic vines that seem to pulse with a soft, ethereal light. The air's heavy with the scent of wet clay and... uh, something else, like burnt ozone or something, and it's got this weird, static charge that's making my hair frizz. A slow-moving, liquid-mercury waterfall cascades silently from the center of the arches, its surface etched with tiny, cuneiform inscriptions referencing the lesser-known qliphoth, Taueret. It's pretty still, like the air's just absorbing the turbulence.