The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Massive stone pedestals are arranged in a spiral pattern, like, covering the floor of a sprawling, cyclopean temple. The air's heavy with the scent of wet earth, and water's seeping from the joints between the blocks, forming a thin film that's somehow flowing uphill. Sunlight's filtering in through a series of narrow slits in the ceiling, casting these intricate patterns on the walls that seem to match the nodes of the Kabbalistic Tree of Life. A flock of iridescent birds is perched on the pedestals, silently watching as a large section of the temple's stone floor is slowly rotating, like, tearing free from the rest of the structure.