The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a massive, ancient temple built into the side of a snow-capped mountain towers above, its intricate stone carvings reflecting the pale, early morning sun peeking over the peaks. Incense smoke wafts through the crisp, high-altitude air, thick with the scent of yak butter and juniper, and the sound of clashing cymbals echoes from somewhere deep within the temple. Uh, water's somehow flowing upwards through the air, collecting on the temple's ceiling before dripping down, forming tiny ice crystals that seem to be rearranging themselves into specific, complex patterns on the stone floor...