The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, crystalline obelisk pierces the sky, covered in fine, swirling patterns that evoke the mythic seals of Dee's Enochian Keys... Like, its peak is hidden by a halo of pure, molten gold that seems to be boiling off into the atmosphere, releasing a faint scent of smelted metal. Uh, the surrounding air is alive with a dense, thrumming energy that makes my skin crawl, despite the eerie stillness. The ground beneath is slick with a viscous, black substance that appears to be pure, unrefined vitriol – and the sun hangs at about noon, beating down relentlessly from a brilliant, cloudless sky.