The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A behemoth, cyclopean structure of twisted, fossilized wood pierces the sickly yellow sky, its bark covered in a crawling, crimson fungus that seems to pulse with an otherworldly energy. Umm, the air's heavy with a noxious, gasoline-like smell, and a swarm of razor-beaked, starlings-like creatures - their feathers slick with what looks like motor oil - swoop down, carrying jagged, mirror-like shards in their talons. Ancient, Greek-looking artifacts lie shattered across the wet earth, covered in cryptic, Orphic symbols, and a half-buried, cadaverous serpent thing appears to be devouring its own tail.