The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Twisted, thorny vines wrap around the massive stone columns of an abandoned, ancient temple, the air thick with the scent of decaying vegetation and ozone. Umm, dark clouds congregate above, releasing a steady, fine drizzle that soaks everything, but somehow the stone remains completely dry. The air feels heavy, like it's charged with an electric current, and the stillness is oppressive, punctuated only by the soft, muffled rumble of thunder in the distance. In the center of the temple, a perfectly formed crystal staircase appears to simply stop in mid-air, no visible means of support.