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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shards of obsidian pierce the sky like impossible stalactites, a sprawling city of twisted black spires that seem to have been birthed from the cracked earth itself. Umm, the air is heavy with an otherworldly static charge, and it smells like... something's burning, but I don't see any smoke or flames anywhere. A perpetual twilight clings to the city, the shadows refusing to budge as if time itself is warped here. Gravity appears to be pulling everything towards a massive, central spire, which is somehow simultaneously the source of an ear-piercing hum and an absolute stillness.