The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A colossal, crystalline temple pierces the sky like a shard, its facets reflecting a pale, rose-tinted light that casts an ethereal glow over the surrounding, iridescent mist that clings to the ground. Umm, the air's heavy with the scent of myrrh and the sound of gentle, whispery chanting seems to emanate from the crystal itself, which appears to be... somehow recursively reflecting its own interior, like, infinitely. As I look up, a tendril of glittering, superheated plasma unfurls from the temple's apex, weaving an impossible, Escher-like pattern in the air.