The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A gleaming, metallic citadel rises from the heart of a dense, swirling storm, its towers piercing the turbulent sky like shards of splintered steel. The air is thick and electric, reeking of ozone, but... somehow, the citadel's walls are covered in a lush, thriving carpet of moss and ferns that seem impervious to the maelstrom around them. The storm rages on, its cacophony of thunder and wind almost deafening, yet a low, sonorous hum emanates from within the citadel, vibrating through the air in a steady, mesmerizing pulse. Umm, it's pretty bright despite the stormy weather.