The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive, crystalline formations jut out of a barren, rocky terrain, like, reflecting the pale light of a sunrise that seems to be stuck in place. The air's dry and crisp, with a faint smell of smoldering coal, and there's this low hum of what sounds like chanting coming from beneath the earth. A miniature, ancient Greek temple somehow exists inside a hollowed-out crystal formation, its stone pillars warping and twisting into impossible shapes that seem to be shifting, as if being rewritten by some invisible force. The shadows cast by the temple's columns are moving in reverse.