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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Twisted, biomechanical vines wrap around the shattered remains of a fallen obelisk, the air thick with the smell of ozone and smoldering myrrh. Umm, the sky above is a deep, bloody crimson, with the binary suns hanging low in the horizon like burning coals. The air's heavy with an electric charge, and the vines seem to be... rewinding, uncoiling from the obelisk like a spool of thread, leaving behind a trail of glittering, iridescent fibers that seem to be absorbing the fading light. It's late afternoon, the air's still and heavy with anticipation.