The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's reflecting off a huge expanse of polished obsidian that covers the floor of this vast, ancient temple. Like, the air is thick with the scent of myrrh, and it's pretty humid, judging by the mist that's forming around the massive stone pillars that support the temple's intricate, carvings-covered ceiling. Water's pouring down one wall, somehow carving an impossible, perfect replica of the M.C. Escher print 'Ascending and Descending' into the stone as it flows. Outside, it's a bright, clear morning with just a few wisps of clouds drifting lazily across the sky.