The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Twisted, burnt orange rock formations are rising out of a thick, sulfur-smelling haze, like... the aftermath of a wildfire. The air's heavy, dense, and superheated, with a strong electric charge, making my skin prickle. A massive, ancient ankh made of what looks like pure obsidian is somehow holding up the weight of a massive, crystalline cave ceiling, despite the ankh being upside-down and balanced on a single, jagged point of rock. The pale, late-afternoon sun's barely visible through the haze, casting an odd, pulsing glow over everything.