The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, crystal formations are bursting out of the ground like shards of glass, reflecting the pale light of a sunrise on the horizon. I'm surrounded by the hum of what sounds like a thousand far-off Tesla coil sparks, and the air's charged with electricity - the hairs on my arm are standing up, but somehow it's not uncomfortable. The formations seem to be... rewriting themselves, reshaping into cryptic symbols that look like they're from the Voynich Manuscript, but they're also scrolling by like a Twitter feed, hashtagged with stuff like #EclipseProtocol and #KabbalahKween. The air smells like ionized air and burning sage.