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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, frozen peacocks are perched on the intricate stone carvings that cover the facade of a massive, ancient temple, their eyes seeming to stare right through me. The air's heavy with incense and the sky above is this deep, burning crimson, with the late afternoon sun hanging low behind a cluster of twisted, crystalline spires. Water's somehow flowing upwards through the stone, pooling in mid-air to form these levitating, iridescent mirrors that are reflecting distorted images of the peacocks. A thin layer of frost is coating everything, even the delicate, swirling patterns etched into the peacocks' feathers.