The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, sunlight's reflecting off a sprawling, crystal lattice that seems to be generating this constant, low-pitched hum, Echo. The air's pretty still, but there's this heavy, sweet scent like overripe fruit hanging around. In the center of the lattice, a small, ancient temple seems to be seamlessly merged with a massive, living nautilus shell, its entrance slowly opening and closing like it's... breathing or something. The sky above is a deep, burnt orange, with the sun hanging low and swollen, like it's about to dip below the horizon.