The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Giant, levitating chunks of raw meat are orbiting around a central, crystal-tipped spire, casting chaotic shadows on the surrounding, warped metal terrain. The air's humid and heavy with the scent of burnt plastic, and it feels electrically charged, like right before a storm. Umm, the sun's stuck at a low angle, casting this pale yellow glow over everything, and these iridescent, crystalline formations are growing out of the ground, emitting this steady hum that's vibrating the air. The chunks of meat are somehow "feeding" the crystal spire, which is growing taller and thicker in real-time.