The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Crystalline structures pierce the sky like shards of glass, illuminating a barren, lunar landscape as the sun hangs low on the horizon. Uh, the air's thin and freezing, but it smells of ozone and... strawberries? A massive, toppled Ankh symbol lies shattered on the dusty ground, as if something broke free from inside, its innards spilled out like metallic entrails. Water somehow freezes into perfectly formed Kanji characters on the ground, detailing quotes from 'Liber AL vel Legis'... and the gravity here is shifting, making me stumble.