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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Twisted, crimson-hued vines spill from the shattered crown of a decaying, crystalline cathedral, its jagged spires piercing a heavy, slate-gray sky like shards of splintered bone. The air is dense and muggy, thick with the scent of ozone and wet earth, and the atmosphere crackles with electricity, illuminating wispy, auroral curtains dancing across the vine-entwined spires. Umm, the sun appears to be fixed at a perpetual twilight, its sickly yellow light casting long, sinuous shadows across the cathedral's weathered facade. The vines seem to be drinking from a glittering pool of liquid silver that has accumulated at the cathedral's base.