The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Burnt-sienna rock formations twist upward, forming a series of jagged spires like they're being pulled from the ground itself. A low, pulsing drone is emanating from the formations, casting an almost palpable hum through the air, which feels heavy with static electricity. Uh, a massive, ornate temple built from what looks like a single piece of obsidian is visible in the distance, with sections of the facade reflecting images from completely different environments - like a section of moonlit forest, another with a stormy ocean shoreline, all mashed together with no rhyme or reason. The air's got this sharp, metallic smell.