The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, ancient temple is crumbling into a vast, empty abyss, like, with stone blocks reassembling themselves in mid-air. The air's got a sweet, earthy scent and feels charged with electricity, umm, and the sky above is a deep, burning crimson. Water's flowing upwards from the temple's base, forming delicate crystalline formations that are merging with the surrounding rocks. The sun's simultaneously setting and rising on opposite horizons, and the temple's walls are covered in glyphs that seem to be shifting, rearranging themselves in a pattern that resembles the Cipher Script of the Ancients.