The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, crystal-encrusted temple is suspended in the air, its surface etched with glyphs from the Cipher Script of the Ancients. The air's got a sweet, earthy scent and feels charged with electricity, like... the moment before a storm breaks. Water's flowing upwards from the temple's surface, forming delicate, crystalline formations that are merging with its structure, and the sun's simultaneously setting and rising on opposite horizons. The temple's doors are opening and closing at the same time, somehow.