The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, I'm surrounded by... a dense thicket of iridescent, crystalline structures that seem to be growing out of the air itself, like... a frozen explosion of colored glass. In the center, a blurry figure – I guess that's me or something – is facing this... statue of the Gnostic Demiurge, covered in cryptic symbols that seem to be rewriting themselves in real-time. The air's heavy with an almost palpable sense of anticipation, and the sky above is a deep, burning crimson, with the sun stuck at a perpetual noon position. Schools of tiny, rainbow-colored birds are flying through the crystalline structures without making a sound.