The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Grotesque, translucent slugs are sliding up and down massive, crystalline organ pipes that rise from the center of a vast, circular stone temple. The air's thick with the smell of damp earth and myrrh, and it's humid, like after a spring storm. Umm, the slugs seem to be... creating these weird, dissonant tones that are causing the stone floor to shift and reform into impossible geometries, like a non-Euclidean mosaic. The sky above is a deep, burning crimson that seems to be pulsing in sync with the slugs' movements, casting no shadows despite the intense light.