The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive boulders of what looks like polished obsidian are just... falling upwards from the ground, into a churning vortex of iridescent smoke that's swirling above. The air's got this thick, damp quality and smells kinda like damp fur. A series of faint, etched symbols seem to be shifting across the surface of the boulders, reflecting what looks like a distorted image of the Sephiroth from the Kabbalistic Tree of Life. The sun's high in the sky, casting an intense beam of light that's somehow not penetrating the smoke, which is making a weird, almost deafening roar.