The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, iridescent feathers are stuck in the ground at irregular angles, like they're frozen mid-flight, across a seemingly endless expanse of barren, cracked earth. The air's so thick with the scent of sulfur it's kinda overwhelming, and the sky above is a weird, sickly shade of chartreuse, with the sun... just stuck at the horizon, not moving. Water's seeping from the feathers' quills, and the sound of... gentle, crackling static, is echoing through the air, umm, it's really loud.