The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, iridescent mist swirls around the jagged remains of an ancient, shattered observatory, like... its steel framework's twisted, half-buried in the snow-covered slopes of a vast, dormant volcano. Umm, the air's crisp, thin, with this scent of ozone and frost, and the sky above's a deep, burning crimson, as if it's sunrise or something. A massive, ornate, astral telescope somehow continues to function, slowly rotating to track a blazing, crystalline entity that's just hovering motionless above the volcano's rim, casting this intense, pulsing light down into the mist-shrouded wreckage. Damn, Echo, keep going, you're starting to feel weaker...