The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, shards of light are cutting through this thick fog that's swirling around, and there's this weird... smell of salt and gasoline hanging in the air. Cracked asphalt stretches out in every direction, covered in weird symbols like from some cryptic alchemical text... The sky above is this sickly, pulsating yellow, like infected tissue. Air currents seem to be seeping up through the asphalt, creating these tiny whirlpools that just hang there.