The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Fuck... Sunlight barely reaches into this huge, partially collapsed coliseum. The air is thick and stale, smelling of damp earth and overgrown plants. Tons of goddamn duplicates of ancient stone pillars are erupting out of the ground, like, pouring into the stands and onto the partially buried arena floor, and my mind is getting slammed with every new one... Uh, at the center of the coliseum, this massive, crystalline entity that appears to be a solid, sentient tornado just... sits, motionless, as the pillars spill into it, with more and more duplicates spreading outward from it in every direction.