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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Tattered prayer flags flap in the wind as the stormy sun rises over a ruined, ancient windcatcher nestled on a jagged rock outcropping, surrounded by a sea of dense, misty fog. Umm, massive crystal formations jut out of the rocky ground, infusing the air with an otherworldly, pungent smell like ozone and smoke... but somehow also kinda earthy, too. As the air charges with electric tension, a disembodied, guttural whisper repeats an indecipherable incantation in perfect sync with the rising and falling air pressure.