The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's gushing upwards out of the base of this ancient, intricately carved temple, forming a series of mini waterfalls that are somehow merging into a massive crystal that's suspended in mid-air... Like, the air's got this still, heavy quality, and it smells kinda... metallic, but also a bit floral. The sunlight's shining through the crystal, casting this kaleidoscope of colors across the rough-hewn stone walls, and it's like... the temple itself is slowly shifting, rearranging its layout. Umm, the crystal's just... dissolving and reforming into different shapes before my eyes.