The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A ravine's been carved out of a swirling vortex of iridescent mist, and at its center, an ancient, rusted cannon's somehow been embedded in the mist itself. Umm, the air's charged with an electric tension, making my hair stand up, and it's got this... burning sulfur smell wafting through. Like, a bunch of crystalline shards are scattered all over the ravine's floor, each one reflecting a fragment of a completely different sky, some showing sunsets, others displaying stormy weather. A low hum's building up in the distance, echoing off the mist.