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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tangled metal wreckage clings to the curved slope of an impact crater like it's been magnetized, the air thick with an acrid, burned smell. Uh, wisps of dark cloud drift lazily across the pale blue sky above, as if drawn by some unseen force, while a light drizzle starts to fall. The crater's edges seem to be shifting, gradually creeping upwards as if trying to reform into a perfect circle. Shards of gleaming obsidian seem to have erupted from the crater's center, now piercing the sky like a jagged crown.