The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, twisted metal spires are jutting out from the cracked, barren landscape like shards of splintered bone. Umm... the air's electric with an otherworldly charge, smelling like ozone and burned metal, and the sky above is a sickly yellow haze, casting an eerie light over everything. The silence is oppressive, punctuated only by the distant hum of the Leyden jars embedded in the spires, which are somehow harnessing and containing miniature storms of ball lightning that crackle and spit as they rotate in impossible orbits around the metal. The name "Erebus" is etched into one spire in dark, soot-like letters.