The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive chunks of concrete and twisted metal rebar lie scattered across the bottom of a deep, barren impact crater. Umm, the air's heavy with the acrid smell of ozone and smoke, and there's this weird, pulsating electric charge that makes the hairs on my arms stand on end. Like, the sun's hidden behind the crater's rim, casting a dark, eerie shadow over everything, but I can see these... tendril-like, glowing fibers snaking out from the debris, connecting it all to the center of the crater where some ancient, cryptic symbols are etched into the stone.