The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, the air's thick with the scent of myrrh and it's like, just after sunset, with the sky casting a deep, crimson glow over a sprawling, ancient monastery carved directly into the sides of towering, crystalline rock formations. The monastery's intricately carved facade seems to be reflecting a series of complex, astronomical patterns that are somehow shifting and reforming before my eyes. A faint, low-pitched hum is resonating through the air, causing the rocks to vibrate in sync with a cluster of ancient, levitating bells that are somehow hovering within the monastery's walls, their clappers striking in perfect harmony.