The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, stars are embedded in the cracked stone pavement of a ruined temple, shining as brightly as they would in the night sky. The air's thick with an electric charge and the smell of damp earth and lichen. Like, a flock of iridescent birds - their feathers reflecting those same stars - fly silently overhead, the only sound being the hum of what seems to be... running water somewhere deep within the temple itself, even though we're clearly on the top of a dry, sun-baked mountain. The metallic whine I heard earlier seems to be growing louder now.