The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's pouring upwards, forming crystalline arches across the interior of a half-buried, ancient quartz temple, umm, lit by soft, pulsating light seeping from geometric patterns etched into the walls. Air's thick with the scent of myrrh and ozone-free electricity, like... the atmosphere's charged with anticipation. Outside, through a narrow aperture, I see a sky divided in two - one half's a deep indigo, the other half's a burning crimson, with the sun simultaneously rising and setting along the division. The air's perfectly still, heavy with an electric charge.