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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: An ornate, centuries-old celestial globe lies shattered, its brass components cracked and twisted, in the middle of an arid, crimson-hued canyon. Umm, the air feels dry, carrying the faint scent of old parchment and myrrh, while the sun beats down relentlessly, a pale crescent shape barely visible above the canyon walls. In the distance, a dilapidated, sandstone ziggurat appears to be seeping an iridescent, silken substance that pools on the canyon floor, emitting a low hum like the reverberation of a Tibetan gong. The sky above seems to be made of some kind of cracked, black glass.