The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: The sky above is a swirling vortex of pastel colors, like a mad artist's palette, as the air's filled with the sweet scent of blooming lotus flowers and the faint tang of smoke. In a sprawling, ancient temple complex, crumbling stone pillars somehow support massive, levitating chunks of rough-hewn obsidian that appear to be pulling the surrounding air towards them, creating an unnatural stillness. Uh, water's seeping upwards from cracks in the ground, slowly flooding the temple's central courtyard. The atmosphere is heavy with anticipation, and the silence is almost deafening, broken only by the soft, gentle lapping of water against stone.