The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive crystal formations are jutting out of a sprawling, alien cityscape like shards of glass, reflecting the pale blue light of a distant neutron star. Umm, the air's thick with an otherworldly, pungent scent and there's a weird, electric charge making the crystals hum, as tendrils of dark, iridescent mist seep from the structures, weaving a recreation of the qliphoth from Jewish mysticism in the air. The ground's dry, cracked earth, and the sky's a deep, foreboding crimson, with clouds of what looks like liquid silver pooling at the horizon. Time seems to be running in reverse here.