The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A blindingly bright aurora borealis dances across the starless night sky above a sprawling, abandoned, Art Deco temple complex, its intricate, inlaid stone surfaces reflecting the shimmering colors of the spectacle above. Uh, the air's heavy with the scent of ozone and burning sandalwood, while the dry, crackling sound of arcing electricity emanates from the walls themselves. As if in sync with the pulsating lights above, hieroglyphic murals depicting Egyptian and Hindu deities seem to be... rewriting themselves, the symbols rearranging to tell an entirely new, yet somehow still ancient, narrative.