The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A ravaged, crystal-encrusted carcass of a massive, tentacled creature lies splayed across the floor of a colossal, abandoned cathedral, the air thick with the stench of rotting flesh and smoke. Um, sunlight barely filters through grimy, stained glass windows, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the carnage as the sound of shattering crystal echoes through the stillness. The crystal formations on the creature's carcass seem to be reflecting an image that isn't there – a twisted, non-Euclidean cityscape with buildings that defy geometry. The air's heavy with an electric charge.