The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dark, iridescent mist swirls around me like an aurora borealis, seeping from a sprawling network of gilded, lotus-shaped chimneys that seem to sprout organically from the rust-red earth. Umm, the air's thick with an ozone-heavy scent and feels charged with electricity, making my skin prickle. Ancient Khmer symbols etched into the chimneys appear to be synchronizing with a gentle, pulsing hum, like the reverberation of a struck singing bowl. The mist is somehow precipitating tiny, ornate figurines that shatter silently on the dusty ground, only to reassemble and ascend back into the chimneys.