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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shattered fragments of stained-glass cover everything, half-buried in the fine, silvery sand that coats the ground like a thin layer of moon dust. Uh, the air's thick and heavy with the scent of old, decaying fruit, but it's overpowered by this weird, pulsating... buzzing, like a fly hovering just out of earshot. Above, the sky is a deep, burning crimson – and in the distance, what looks like a massive, decrepit, centuries-old church organ somehow seems to be generating the perpetual storm that rages around it, its crumbling stone facade weathered to the point of being almost indistinguishable from the rough, twisted rock formations surrounding it.