The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, blood-red water pours down the steps of an ancient ziggurat, seeping into the blackened, fungal growths that writhe across the stone walls like living tendrils. The air's heavy with an electric charge, reeking of decay, and some sickly sweet scent, like burned myrrh. Above, the sky is a deep, bruise-purple, with a twisted, crystalline spire piercing the solid glass-like dome containing the unmoving starfield - it looks like a star has somehow dropped through the surface, now quietly dissolving into the ground with an eerie, greenish-yellow glow. Shattered, iridescent wings are embedded within the crystal, pulsing softly.