The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: I'm surrounded by hundreds of old, worn-out church pews, all slowly rearranging themselves into a maze-like pattern, on this huge, flat, grassy plain that stretches out to the horizon. The air's crisp and dry, carrying the smell of worn wood and damp earth, and it's pretty still except for the occasional faint humming of these massive crystal formations embedded in the ground. Umm, above us, the sky's a deep, foreboding indigo, and the Frenzy star - an ancient, mythical celestial body said to influence the fates of lost travelers - is just beginning to rise over the horizon. The air seems to vibrate with an otherworldly energy.