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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, umm, mirrored honeycombs fill the air, reflecting this pale, overcast light... feels like mid-afternoon, but the sun's not really visible. The air's got this dry, crackling electricity to it, like a static charge is building up everywhere, and there's this weird, faint smell of sesame oil and ozone. A massive, disembodied voice is just... whispering Vedic mantras, like it's trying to communicate with something, and the honeycombs seem to be, uh, responding, shifting and reconfiguring themselves in this impossible way, like they're made of liquid.