The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight pours in through a bunch of stained glass windows, illuminating this small, ornate shrine nestled at the edge of a dense forest. A giant, intricate prayer wheel is somehow rotating backwards, its normally peaceful motion now kinda disorienting, while the air's filled with the scent of jasmine and frankincense. Outside, I hear the sound of gentle chanting carried by the breeze, though there's no visible source, and it's still enough that I can see my own breath - but somehow, a single ray of light has physically solidified into a crystalline pillar supporting the roof.