The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic crystalline pillars support a sprawling, ancient temple's crumbling ceiling, casting geometric shadows across the walls as morning sunlight pours in through an unseen entrance. The air's thick with incense and a faint, acrid smell of sulfur, but it's not overwhelming, and the atmosphere's surprisingly still, like there's no air movement at all. Water somehow seeps upwards from the temple's central fountain, forming a crystal-clear column that extends far above the temple's roof, where it... just disappears, leaving no vapor trail or any indication of where it's going. It's eerily quiet.