The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gnarled chunks of volcanic rock and smoldering wood erupt from a vast, ash-filled wasteland like jagged teeth. Umm, the air's thick with acrid smoke, heavy with the smell of sulfur and charred earth... it's hard to breathe. Above, a blazing crescent moon hangs low in the sky, casting a sickly orange glow over the devastation, but somehow it's still daytime. Amidst the ruin, a colossal, steel railroad bridge stretches, impossibly, across the empty sky, spanning a distance between two unseen mountains.