The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a giant, ornate furnace appears to be consuming a section of the aurora borealis, its ethereal tendrils feeding into the furnace's belly as it pulsates with an intense, iridescent heat. The air's crisp and thin, with an acrid scent of burning copper wafting through, and the distant sound of cracking glass echoes through the space. Like, the aurora's wispy tendrils seem to be generating tiny, crystalline shards that fall from the furnace's mouth, each one reflecting a fragment of a completely different time period. The atmosphere is charged with an electric tension.