The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A vast, stormy vortex is swirling above a sprawling, ancient temple complex built into the side of a heavily eroded canyon. Umm, the air's electric with an anticipation that's making my skin itch, as water's somehow flowing uphill, cascading from the canyon floor up the sides to be absorbed into intricate, geometric carvings etched into the temple walls... they seem to be shifting to mirror the constellations visible in the darkening sky above, just before sunset. The scent of old, burned incense hangs heavy and still, amidst an eerie silence.