The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A colossal stone statue of a creature resembling the Baphomet lies shattered in the center of a ravaged, cyclopean city, its rubble-strewn streets eerily still as the sickly green sun hangs motionless above. The air reeks of rotting flesh and smoke, while an unnatural, electric charge hangs heavy over everything. Um, what appears to be a functioning miniature galaxy has somehow taken residence within the statue's shattered head, its swirling clouds of gas and stars weirdly silent as the city's crumbling architecture seems to... slowly shift, as if reality itself is reorganizing the stone structures around me.