The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A sprawling, ruined temple complex stretches out beneath a pale, overcast sky. Water trickles from cracks in the stone walls, creating these... eerie, iridescent patterns on the ground that seem to reflect the position of unseen constellations. Air's thick with the scent of old incense and damp earth, feels heavy, still, and there's this faint hum, like, vibrating through everything. The Tzimtzum, the empty space at the center of creation, is just sitting there, a visible, pulsing void, right in the middle of the central courtyard.