The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sprawling, cyclopean temple complex stretches out, like, as far as I can see. Umm, the air's super heavy and damp, smelling strongly of incense and myrrh, and it's pretty dark considering the sun's directly overhead – a total solar eclipse seems to be happening, but the sky's this weird, swirling mix of colors instead of going dark. Water pours out of these ornate, gargoyle-shaped fountains, but somehow it's flowing upward, pooling on the underside of the temple's eaves, and it's not even dripping back down. This pulsing, aurora-like glow emanates from intricate symbols etched into the stone walls.