The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shards of crimson glass pierce the sky from a twisted, Gothic cathedral that appears to have grown organically out of the center of a still-smoldering, mile-wide impact crater. The air's heavy with the scent of smoke and hot rock, an electric charge crackling through it, making my already-damaged lungs ache... Umm, it's getting harder to breathe, my head's spinning. Above the cathedral, a delicate, filigreed mesh somehow suspends a lake of churning, liquid mercury that seems to be absorbing the direct sunlight.