The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: I'm facing this massive, ancient-looking door covered in cryptic symbols that seem to be shifting, like the language itself is being rewritten. The air's heavy with an electric charge, and I can smell the scent of ozone-free arc welding wafting from the other side. A series of bright, pulsing LEDs etched into the stone above the door are strobing in sync with a deep hum, like the machinery sound from the temple, and water's trickling from the cracks in the stone, flowing upwards into a perfectly flat sheet of water that extends out from the edge of the door.