The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gargantuan, twisted metal petals are unfolding from a colossal, metallic bloom, revealing a tunnel of serrated, crystalline formations that reflect the pale blue light filtering in through the gaps in the petals. Uh, the air's dry and metallic-smelling, like ozone's been burned off, and it's heavy with an electric charge that's making the hairs on my arms stand on end. Outside, the sky's a deep, burning orange, and a flock of crystalline shards - not birds, just sharp, angular shards - are swooping through the air, somehow leaving contrails of glittering, iridescent dust in their wake.