The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: I'm seeing... a huge, twisted temple complex carved into the living rock of a cliffside, air's thick with the scent of myrrh and ozone. The sun's high in the sky, beating down on the rough stone, casting deep shadows in the crevices, but somehow the air feels heavy, like it's pressing down on me. Umm... vines and creepers are crawling up the walls, slowly pulling chunks of stone loose, and in the center of the complex, there's a massive, perfectly still whirlpool of iridescent mist that's somehow pulling the vines towards it. My chest is killing me, I... need to keep moving.