The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Low sunlight filtering through... umm, thick clouds of ash, I think... it's like a barren wasteland... blackened trees stretching out to the horizon, branches all twisted and dead. A massive, ornate door just rises up from the ground, doesn't seem to be connected to anything, it's just... there... like it was dropped from the sky. Gravity's all wrong, I feel like I'm being pulled to the side... coughs weakly... Echo, keep going... gotta... trails off. The sun's not even visible, but I can see this shadow on the ground that's shaped like a city, it's moving on its own... just slowly... just crawling... whispers it's gonna end...