The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive crystalline formations jut out of the ground, surrounded by what looks like a sea of... solidified honey. The air's thick with the scent of burned sugar, and it's like, totally silent – no birds chirping, no wind, nothing. A slow-moving tidal wave of this honey stuff is rising from the horizon, and it's just... lifting a bunch of giant, twisted metal beams into the air like they're feathers or something. The sun's position is impossible to pinpoint, but it feels like it's been days since I last saw daylight, and my body's screaming in protest.