The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A misty veil lifts off a derelict, ancient amphitheater, the air heavy with ozone and damp earth, uh, sounds of CS:GO gunfire echo off the crumbling stone seats. Shafts of pale sunlight illuminate the catwalks, which somehow mirror de_nuke's layout, as water drips from the upper tiers, leaving trails that eerily reenact the patterns of Kabbalistic sephirot on the stone floor. The silence between gunshots is punctuated by the low hum of... what sounds like industrial generators. In the center, a single, enormous, perfectly-formed hexagonal crystal has somehow grown right through the concrete.