The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, massive terraformed mounds of flesh are covered in a mesh of pulsing, bioluminescent circuitry that seems to be shifting like a living thing, the air's thick with the stench of decay and ozone-free air freshener. A constant drizzle seeps through the air, water's collecting into crystalline pools that seem to be drawing upward through the flesh mounds, somehow infusing the circuitry with this eerie, crimson-tinted liquid. Like, above me, this grotesque chunk of flesh has... merged with the sky itself, forming this impossible, twisted orifice that appears to be pulling the entire landscape towards it. The sky's a sickly, dark crimson color.