The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive chunks of what looks like broken mirror are just suspended in mid-air, reflecting this eerie, pulsing blue light that seems to be coming from... everywhere. Like, the air's thick with an electric charge and it smells like ozone, but it's also got this weirdly sweet, almost floral scent mixed in. The sky above is a deep, burnt orange, and this constant, low hum is just vibrating through everything - it's like my teeth are rattling in time with it. A shard of mirror right in front of me is reflecting an image that isn't mine - it's showing some weird, ancient-looking hieroglyphics instead.