The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The sky's a deep, burning crimson and it's like, dead silent, not even a breeze stirring the massive, crystalline shards jutting out of the ground. Uh, I can smell wet stone and the air's got this weird, heavy pressure, like before a storm, but nothing's moving - it's just still. This levitating, crystalline orrery - easily the size of a house - is suspended just above a cluster of ancient, petrified trees, and it's perfectly mirroring the movements of the celestial bodies etched into the walls of the massive, subterranean temple complex stretching out as far as the eye can see.