The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A colossal, ornate shrine dedicated to Yubel, the Gnostic chaos serpent, rises from the cracked, dusty earth of a barren, high-altitude plateau, surrounded by the twisted remnants of what appears to be a long-dead, fungal forest. Uh, the air's dry and cold, heavy with the scent of ozone, and the sky above is a deep, burning crimson that seems to vibrate with an otherworldly tension. A low hum, like the quiet chanting of a thousand distant voices, carries on the still air as the fungal hyphae seem to be slowly rewriting the intricate carvings on the shrine's surface. The shrine's peak appears to be... piercing the sky, a perfect, cylindrical hole cut through the clouds above.