The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, frozen flames are encasing a massive, ornate gate made of what looks like liquid silver, with these intricate carvings that seem to shift and change as I look at them... The air's super charged, making my skin feel like it's vibrating, and the sky above is this intense, electric blue, with a thin layer of cloud cover that's reflecting a pale, pink glow. A levitating, crystalline monolith is suspended above the gate, slowly rotating despite the air's stillness, casting these eerie shadows across the ground below. The smell of ozone-free smoke is wafting through the air, somehow.