The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Thick, grey mist swirls around a massive, ancient ziggurat set against a deep, indigo night sky like... it's been swallowed whole by some abyssal void. Pulsing, glitch-art glyphs etched into the temple's facets reflect the faint, anemic glow of bioluminescent fungi crawling up the structure's base, as tendrils of steam infused with WAGDIE spores seem to be seeping from cracks in the stone, carrying a sweet, ozone-tinged scent that hangs heavy in the humid, still air. The structure's peak appears to be pulling the mist upward, forming an impossible, stationary tornado that just sort of... hangs there.