The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense, crimson fog swirls around an ancient, cyclopean monastery straddling a narrow, rocky outcropping suspended above a seemingly bottomless chasm. The air is heavy with the scent of frankincense and ozone, like the moment just before a thunderstorm breaks. Umm, the low, ominous hum of an unseen entity echoes through the monastery's stone halls as a crescent moon appears to be trapped in the fog, casting flickers of dim, eerie light on the weathered stonework... The monastery seems to be slowly, incrementally rotating around its axis, defying gravity.