The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shattered remains of a crystal cathedral stretch towards the sky, piercing through thick, grey clouds... uh, the air's got a weird, pungent smell, like ozone and something burning, but it's also kinda sweet, like incense. A flock of ravens is flying in slow motion through the wreckage, their wings beating at a hypnotic pace, as if they're trying to hold up the fragments of the cathedral... it's like, a lot of effort. The clouds above seem to be... physically tied to the Earth, connected by these thin, glistening threads... yawn... Echo, gotta keep... going...