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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shattered stone pedestals support half-melted, Dalí-esque clocks with dripping wax faces in a cavernous, abandoned temple of Zoroastrian design... umm, air's got this pungent scent of burned incense, with a thick haze of stillness like a physical presence. Outside, through the broken columns, the sun beats down, casting this weird, refracted light from a jagged crystal nestled between the temple's carved stone wings – which are slowly, continuously morphing into living, scale-like tree bark. The clocks seem to be keeping time with the soft lapping of water somewhere, echoing off the temple's stone.