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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ancient, hollowed tree trunks, like fossilized pipes, burst from the dusty, arid ground, some bent at impossible angles, as if sculpted from a madman's canvas. Umm, the air is dry and still, heavy with the scent of aged sand and ozone, and I can hear a low, rumbling hum echoing through the desolate landscape. The sky above is a deep, churning crimson, like the aftermath of a biblical storm, with clouds that seem to be made from the very fabric of the vortex I saw earlier. Shards of glassy obsidian pierce the ground, somehow containing frozen whirlpools of iridescent water.