The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, umber-hued clouds swirl around a colossal, partially-ruined monastery high up on a rocky outcropping, surrounded by twisted, turquoise-stained vines. Uh, the air feels thick, heavy with ozone, and has an unmistakable metallic scent. Water somehow seems to be flowing uphill, replenishing an enormous, gemstone-tipped censer hanging from the monastery's exposed rafters - it's as if it's drawing moisture directly from the approaching thunderstorm itself. Meanwhile, an enormous, levitating crystal... just exists, perfectly still amidst the howling wind, etched with shifting, fiery characters that appear to be rendering the entirety of Pi backwards.