The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a pale, icy mist is seeping from the edges of a massive, ancient temple built into the sides of a deep, impact crater, the air's crisp and cold, like it's been sucked dry of moisture. The sky above is this sickly shade of green, with clouds that appear to be folding in on themselves in fractal patterns, like... some algorithm's gone haywire. Dense, crystalline formations are sprouting from the crater's rocky surface, reflecting the weak, crescent moon's light, and, uh, the air seems to be charged with this weird, pinging energy that's making my teeth ache.