The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, velvety moss blankets a sprawling, ancient temple complex like a shroud, with tendrils of mist creeping through the crumbling stone carvings like grasping fingers. The air is heavy with a pungent, damp scent and the distant, hollow call of unseen, otherworldly birds echoes through the stillness... Uh, a colossal, glowing entity appears to have become lodged in the latticework roof, casting a jagged, neon-blue pattern across the stone floor as it struggles, futilely, to free itself from the impossible, higher-dimensional geometry that binds it.