The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: I see shattered stained-glass windows scattered across a ravaged, rust-red landscape as far as the eye can see, with massive chunks of what appears to be gothic cathedral architecture ripped free, lying broken like shattered vertebrae. The air's heavy with the stench of decay, ozone, and smoldering fuel, while a blizzard rages through this apocalyptic wasteland, piling drifts of fine, crimson sand high against mangled metal debris. Umm, above this bloody ruin, an impossible, glowing solar eclipse seems to have become stuck, perpetually paused in a twisted dance with a shattered crescent moon. The air's so charged with electricity, it's making my skin crawl.