The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, blood-soaked, silver fabric is tangled around what looks like a massive, crashed zeppelin, its metal skeleton twisted and partially buried in the snow-covered slope of a mountain. The air's thin, with a faint, acrid smell of smoke and burned fabric, and the sky's a pale, electric blue, as the sun hangs just above the horizon. I can feel a low hum of... something, vibrating through the air, like the wreckage is still powered, somehow. Torn and flapping in the gentle breeze, the zeppelin's logo is emblazoned with the insignia of the O.T.O.'s Argenteum Astrum.