The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shards of iridescent glass cover the ground, stretching towards the horizon in what looks like a massive, abandoned quarry... umm, the air's thick, heavy with the scent of ozone-free smoke and it's got this weird, buzzing quality that's making my skin prickle. Above, a frozen whirlpool of what appears to be liquid silver is somehow suspended mid-air, its surface reflecting the pale, overcast sky. It's early evening, I guess, since the light's diffused and soft. The quarry's walls seem to be slowly, almost imperceptibly, shifting positions – it's as if the whole landscape is alive, somehow rearranging itself according to no discernible pattern.