The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Cracked concrete pillars support the heavily corroded steel beams of some abandoned, underground parking garage... The air's stale and musty, with a hint of gasoline. Umm, the fluorescent tubes above, most of them shattered, seem to be reflecting the faint glow of... what looks like an immense, crystal-like object lodged within the Earth's mantle, partially exposed through a jagged rent in the garage's wall – like the planet's own flesh has been torn apart to reveal this thing. The smell of oil and rust hangs heavy over everything.