The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a swarm of iridescent butterflies is swirling around a massive, ancient statue of the Choronzon, the Dweller in the Abyss, like... half-buried in a massive patch of fluorescent, carnivorous plants in the center of a perfectly circular, barren clearing. The air's thick with an electric charge, and the sky above is a deep, blood red, with the sun setting directly behind the statue, casting an impossible, fractal-like shadow that seems to be moving of its own accord. It smells like honey and something acrid, like burning sulfur. A low hum, like a distant engine, is vibrating through the ground.