The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive, petrified trees, their trunks thick and twisted, are strewn about a barren, rust-red landscape like wreckage from some cataclysmic event. The air's heavy with a sharp, acrid scent that's like...battery acid, or something. Uh, the sky above's a sickly shade of chartreuse, with a bloated, crimson sun that seems to be...actually, physically sinking into the horizon, like it's being swallowed by the earth itself. In the distance, a weird, impossible structure rises - what looks like a Byzantine church, somehow merged with a fragment of coral reef, just sitting there in the middle of nowhere.