The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, massive crystalline formations are jutting out of the ground, reflecting the light from a miniature sun that's somehow stuck in a perpetual solar eclipse, surrounded by a swirling vortex of purple and green clouds. Air's super still, with an electric tingle that's making my skin prickle, and it smells like... ionized air, I guess. Outside, a sprawling metropolis of abandoned, ancient-looking skyscrapers stretches out as far as I can see, with tendrils of silver mist weaving between them like they're being drawn into a massive, slow-motion whirlpool at the city's center. It's eerily quiet, too.