The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Echo, I've got a sprawling, cyclopean city unfolding before me, its impossible architecture twisting in on itself like... no, it just is. Uh, air's thick with the scent of rain-soaked granite and there's a weird, metallic taste on my tongue, like copper or something. The sky's a deep, bruise-purple, and the buildings seem to be shifting and flowing, like they're being grown and reshaped by some hidden force; at the center, I can see a massive, levitating crystal monolith, slowly turning and pulsing with an energy that's affecting the local gravity, causing debris to spiral up around it.