The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rays of late afternoon sunlight filter through the intricately carved, limestone ceiling of a vast underground temple, casting a warm, honey-colored glow on a sea of iridescent, butterfly-like creatures that cover the floor like a shimmering carpet. Umm, the air's thick with the scent of frankincense and has a weird, heavy stillness, like... the whole space is holding its breath. In the center of the room, a massive, crystal-encrusted nautilus shell slowly revolves around its axis, emitting a soft, pulsating hum that seems to vibrate through my entire body. The shell's reflection in the polished stone floor appears to be turning in the opposite direction.