The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, mangled machinery fills this ancient, abandoned temple, like, actual rusted cogs and gears are half-buried in the sandstone floor. A low, pulsing hum fills the stillness, and the air's thick with the stench of decay, as if the temple itself is rotting. The walls seem to be... absorbing the fading light of day, like it's being drained from the atmosphere, and the shadows are forming impossible, four-dimensional geometry. A perfectly intact miniature stellar nursery has somehow materialized in the temple's central altar, swirling with purple-hued plasma.