The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, crimson fog swirls around twisted, organic-looking radio antennas that rise from the ground like fossilized bones, emitting a low hum that's making the air vibrate. The air's thick with the stench of decay and ozone-free smoke, and the ground's slick with a film of oil that's reflecting the faint, bloody light seeping from the depths of the fog. Umm, a mangled, mechanical creature - its body composed of rusted, intertwined motorcycle parts - is listlessly dragging itself across the ground, leaving a trail of dark, glittering gemstones that seem to be drawing the fog in like a magnet.