The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A shattered, crystal monolith lies on the cracked, obsidian floor of a vast, volcanic caldera. The air is heavy with the acrid smell of ozone and a faint tang of sulfur, with an almost palpable electric charge crackling through the stillness, like... the aftermath of a cataclysmic event. Above, a swirling vortex seems to be unraveling the clouds themselves, allowing a sliver of sickle-shaped moonlight to pierce the darkness and illuminate an impossible, sprawling network of gemstone-tipped, fungal hyphae etched into the caldera walls, pulsating with a sickly, bioluminescent glow.