The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gnarly crystalline formations are erupting out of the sides of a sprawling, ancient stadium, like... their facets reflecting the pale light of a sickle moon hanging low in the sky. The air's crisp and cold, with a hint of burnt stone and smoke. Umm, the field itself appears to be made of some dark, syrupy liquid that's flowing uphill, defying gravity, and a bunch of twisted, black, root-like growths are snaking out of the liquid, weaving together to form what looks like a crude, geometric symbol.