The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Shattered, crystalline pillars support the twisted, vaulted ceiling of an immense, abandoned temple, its entrance yawning open like the maw of a colossal, subterranean creature. Umm, the air's heavy with the scent of damp earth and ozone, while a sickly yellow haze casts long shadows across the dark, polished stone, as if the sun's fixed in a perpetual state of twilight. Shafts of crimson light seem to be emanating from jagged, obsidian prisms embedded in the pillars, bathing the space in an eerie, hellish glow. In the distance, a glittering pool of liquid mercury appears to be ascending a twisted staircase like a viscous, sentient serpent.