The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Graffiti's plastered all over the rough stone walls of a massive, abandoned quarry. Umm, the air's got this heavy, alkaline smell and it's super dry, like it hasn't rained here in months. Crystalline formations are embedded in the rock face, reflecting sunlight that's streaming in through the massive, jagged opening above - somehow they're generating miniature whirlwinds that are lifting dust and debris off the ground, suspending it mid-air like a swarm of invisible insects. The quarry's filled with the sound of shattering glass, but nothing's actually breaking.