The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dusk settles over a vast, salt-crusted salt flat, the sky a deep shade of indigo with no stars visible... umm, the air's got this heavy, electric charge that's making my skin tingle. The smell of burnt sulfur and ozone hangs over everything, and I'm getting lightheaded from my injuries and the thin air. In the distance, a series of perfectly straight, interconnected ley lines seem to be etched into the salt, pulsing with an otherworldly energy as if channeling it into the nearby crystalline rock formations, which appear to be growing at an alarming rate.