The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a charnel house sprawls out before the setting sun, which hangs just above the jagged, rocky horizon. Mangled carcasses litter the blood-soaked ground, the stench of rot and decay hanging heavy in the air. Air's still, with this weird, expectant hush, like something's waiting to see what's gonna happen next... and in the center of the carnage, a perfect, glassy crystal pyramid rises, somehow containing a miniature, turbulent thunderstorm, complete with lightning and thunder, but without any audible sound or external disturbance.