The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Towering crystal formations are piercing the sky, surrounding a sprawling abandoned cathedral in the middle of a vast, arid desert at dawn. The air's super dry and smells like burnt circuitry, with this weird pulsating electric charge emanating from the crystals. FLAMINGODAO graffiti is somehow etched into the cathedral's walls, syncing up with this low hum coming from a miniature wormhole just casually sitting on the altar. Uh, it looks like the Enochian Alphabet is being etched into the sand by some invisible force.