The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, towering, iridescent spires made of some crystalline material pierce the sky, which is a deep, burning crimson. The air's thick with an electric charge, and this pungent, metallic smell clings to everything... A sprawling, cyclopean city stretches out, with buildings that seem to defy gravity, twisting and curving like they're grown from some living, sentient material. In the center of the city, a massive, perfectly still vortex appears to be pulling everything towards it, including the sky itself, which is slowly being funneled into the void like water down a drain.