The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, ancient temple made of this super-dark, glassy obsidian stuff rises up around me, with these intricate carvings of Mesoamerican gods and astronomical symbols etched into the stonework. In the center of the temple, a blurry figure - I guess that's me - is standing on this raised platform, surrounded by these weird, pulsating orbs that seem to be made of some kind of liquid mercury. The air's heavy with this scent of ozone and burning incense, and it's like, mid-afternoon or something, with the sun beating down through the open roof. A chunk of the sun is just missing, like it's been carved out or something.