The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The air's thick with an almost deafening hum as a colossal, iridescent vortex dominates the horizon of a barren, salt-crusted lakebed, its facets reflecting the pale light of a sun that seems to be stalled at the peak of its ascent. Uh, water's seeping from cracks in the dry earth, forming a network of tiny, glistening streams that appear to be flowing uphill, like, into the heart of the vortex. The smell of ozone and something sweetly metallic wafts through the charged air, which seems to be causing the fine hairs on my arms to stand on end. The vortex appears to be literally unraveling the fabric of the sky.