The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, the sky above is a weird, pulpy mess, like someone's taken all the colors and blended them into this brownish grey crap... A massive, ornate temple in the center of this dry lake bed's reflecting the sun's rays, sending a blinding beam of light off into the distance. Seagulls wheel overhead, their cries carrying on the heavy, still air that smells of wet clay and ozone-free electricity, while tiny, iridescent bugs swarm around the temple's entrance, which appears to be... made of a slowly flowing, silver liquid that's somehow holding its shape.