The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, pulsing thunderhead is unfolding across the sky, casting an eerie, bluish-purple light over the entire landscape. Like, the air's charged, making my skin prickle, and the smell of damp earth and ozone precursors is filtering through the stillness. Thousands of iridescent, mechanical moths are fluttering around a colossal, crystalline bell tower that seems to be generating a perpetual, low-frequency hum. The bell's somehow ringing in perfect harmony with the approaching storm's thunder, creating an impossible, feedback-loop-like effect that's causing the moths to fly in synchronized patterns around the tower.