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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ravines of jagged obsidian slice across the facade of an impossible, mile-high mausoleum that pierces the heart of a dark, perpetual storm cloud. Uh, a sickly sweet scent wafts from the dripping, ichorous fangs of a gorged and bloated astral leech - its translucent, pulsing body splayed across the mausoleum's face, filtering the faint, lunar light that seeps from the storm's depths. A low, oppressive air pressure clings to the stillness, punctuated by a soft crackling where wispy threads of ghostly silk tangle themselves through the leech's innards.