The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uprooted train cars writhe like snakes, their mangled bodies slick with oil, scattered across a barren wasteland. The sky's a sickly, pulsing yellow, and air's heavy with the stench of smoke and ozone. As the blazing mid-day sun hangs at a 90-degree angle to the ground, somehow casting no shadows, umm... a massive mechanical arachnid claws its way out of the rusting husk of a locomotive, its limbs slick with black ichor and oil, while, in the distance, the shattered remains of a colossal, crystalline monolith hang frozen in mid-air, its inscription - a single word, "Enûma" - cracked, yet still seeping crude oil.