The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Twin obelisks rise from the center of a colossal impact crater, surrounded by rings of perfectly intact, seemingly unscathed glassy structures that defy explanation - no impact zone should have anything like that left standing. Umm, the sky above is a sickly shade of chartreuse and the air's got this intense, acrid smell that's searing my nostrils, like... burning tar or something. Despite the eerie stillness, the air itself is screaming - that's the only way to describe this piercing, earsplug-worthy whine that's apparently a byproduct of... the crater's gravitational warping or something, because it's definitely not coming from the obelisks.