The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, crystalline pillars are supporting the vaulted ceiling of a colossal, ruined temple, their facets reflecting a diffuse, ethereal light that's seeping in through a breach in the structure's side. The air's heavy with an expectant hush, smelling of wet earth and myrrh, and it's super humid... Schools of iridescent winged creatures are darting in and out of the pillars, their paths weaving a weird, fractal pattern that seems to be maintaining the temple's precarious balance despite the massive, cyclopean stones shifting and grinding against each other. The pillars are somehow also chiming a low, solemn tone, like... a giant, granite carillon.