The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, iridescent crystal is sprouting from the center of a deserted, elevated highway interchange, sending shimmering, rainbow-colored reflections across the still, dry air. The sky above is a pale, electric blue, and the air's got a sharp, crackling electric charge that's making my skin prickle, like... uh, right before a thunderstorm. Shattered, molten-metal fragments are suspended, unmoving, in mid-air amidst the highway's support pillars, reflecting the pale blue light and casting eerie shadows on the asphalt. The smell of ozone and hot metal's been replaced by... citrus?