The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, stone-carved gate of the Temple of Kalabsha lies shattered and covered in a thick layer of fungal growth, amidst a dense thicket of razor-sharp, blackthorn brambles that seem to be growing in perfect, unnatural geometric patterns. Uh, the air's thick with the stench of rot and something like... ozone, but there's an unsettling, pungent undertone, like the smell of decay is being actively preserved, somehow. The sky above is a sickly shade of yellowish-green, casting a diseased glow over the area, as thousands of unblinking, crystalline "eyes" seem to be staring out from within the brambles themselves.