The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Grotesque, arthritic roots burst from a colossal, ancient tree, twisting around the entrance to a sprawling, Byzantine-style temple like thick, living chains. Uh, the air's heavy with the scent of wet stone and ozone, the sky above a deep, foreboding indigo – a flock of bioluminescent, iridescent birds are flying in intricate patterns that somehow perfectly reflect the pathways of celestial bodies in the constellation of Orion. Water's trickling down the roots, seeping into the temple and feeding an enormous, crystalline growth that's... somehow playing a low, bass hum that's syncing the birds' flight patterns.