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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Mist-shrouded, crystalline spires, etched with symbols from Austin Osman Spare's sigil magic system, pierce the sky like shards of glass, refracting faint, purple-blue spectral bands across the wet, granite floor of what looks like an abandoned, flooded quarry. Umm, the air's heavy with ozone and the smell of damp stone, feeling electric and oppressive, as wisps of fog writhe across the floor's surface. FEAST INDIGO DOGE is scrawled in dripping, crimson paint across one wall, somehow seeming to pulse in sync with the creaking of twisted, metal tree branches rising from the dark, still water.