The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Twin, blazing suns are setting over a sprawling, cyclopean cityscape, like, their orange light casting long shadows across buildings that seem to defy gravity with impossible angles. Umm, the air's heavy with the scent of smoke and ash, and there's a low hum that's causing the buildings to vibrate ever so slightly. A massive, crystalline citadel at the city's center appears to be generating some kind of localized temporal echo, with fragments of the buildings reassembling themselves mid-air before crumbling apart again. Rain is falling upwards from the ground, slowly drifting into the sky.