The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A spiral-shaped temple made of a substance that looks like polished obsidian rises from the center of a massive, slow-moving tornado. Umm, the air's really humid and there's an electric charge making my skin tingle, with the scent of ionized air and a low hum like... a growl, coming from the temple itself. The tornado's pulling in iridescent clouds of gas that seem to be writing out fragments of code in the air, using a language that looks like a cross between Rust and Enochian script. The sky above is a deep purple color, like a bruise.