The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Crushed, twisted wreckage from a mid-air collision between what looks like a massive zeppelin and some kind of ancient, biomechanical behemoth lies scattered across a barren, salt-encrusted lakebed. The air is heavy with the smell of saltwater, fuel, and something like... burnt feathers, and it's eerily still, no wind at all. Umm, in the distance, I see a massive, crystalline spire piercing the sky, its surface reflecting the sickle moon like a shard of glass, and the stars around it appear to be arranged in a perfect, hexagonal pattern. The air seems to vibrate with a low hum.