The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tattered fabric billows from a kilometers-wide rip in the sky, like... a gash through a massive sail, the edges flapping wildly in the turbulent air. Uh, a flock of starlings wheel and dive through the gap, their cries echoing off the faceted crystals that line the ravine walls, as a brilliant crescent moon glows from the far side of the tear. Water vapor spills from the gash, condensing into great cataracts that plunge down the rocky slopes, creating misty veils that refract and distort the pale, lunar light. The air reeks of ozone and saltwater.