The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, a medieval church steeple is partially submerged in a massive, bubbling vat of tar, surrounded by mangled remains of what appears to be ancient astronomical equipment. Ethereum-branded ravens circle overhead, dropping what looks like still-smoking asteroid fragments into the vat, sending up noxious clouds of smoke that reek of brimstone and diesel fuel. It's a gloomy, overcast evening, the air heavy with the smell of decay and death, and the sky's filled with this... this stationary whirlpool of ravens, like they're being pulled towards the center but not actually moving.