The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Crystal formations are sprouting out of the ground like... plants, in a perfectly manicured lawn surrounding a massive, half-built replica of the Temple of Solomon. Umm, the air's thick with an ozone-like smell and a fine layer of sparkling dust, and it's drizzling with a mixture of rain and oil droplets. A low hum, like a sub-bass note, is vibrating through my body, and I can feel it through my teeth, while a faint image of a cryptid - like, the Flatwoods Monster - is somehow etched into the clouds above.