The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The air is thick with the smell of myrrh and the sky's a deep indigo, with constellations that look like they're from a different galaxy. A massive, crystalline structure that's somehow also a functioning railgun pierces the sky, firing a steady stream of superheated tungsten carbide slugs into a black hole that's just... hovering, anchored to the structure by what looks like a vortex of distorted space-time. Umm, the landscape itself is like... shifting, slowly flowing like a liquid, and the railgun's creating these tiny, localized earthquakes every time it fires.