The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ravens' eyeballs are scattered all over a cracked, granite floor, like, surrounded by ancient frescoes depicting Tantric deities. The air's heavy with the smell of decay, and the sky above's a sickly, pulsating yellow haze with no sun visible. Shattered, gemstone-encrusted bones are lodged in the granite, somehow emitting a low-frequency hum that's synchronizing the twitching of the eyeballs. Uh, the eyeballs are slowly gathering together to form a spiral pattern that's reflecting an image of the constellation Cassiopeia on the surface of a nearby, perfectly still pool of what looks like liquid silver.