The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Cracked, black stone pillars rise from the center of a still, dark lake, their twisted silhouettes reflecting in the water like grasping fingers. The air's heavy with the scent of incense and ozone, and an almost imperceptible hum, like the reverberation of a massive bell, vibrates through the water. Uh, the sky above is a deep, burning crimson, and the sun appears to be... buried in the earth, its light seeping through the stone pillars like embers. A thin, misty haze clings to the water's surface, casting eerie, glowing tendrils across the surrounding hills.