The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gnarls of crimson coral sprout from cracked asphalt, reflecting sunlight at a low angle like it's early morning... Umm, the air's charged with an electric hum, and I can smell ozone-free dry air and a hint of smoke, maybe something's smoldering underground. Above, a dense flock of iridescent birds are literally frozen in a crystal lattice that's suspending them mid-air, not a single feather is ruffled, and the sky is this pale, washed-out blue. It's perfectly silent here – no sound of birds chirping, no wind, just stillness.