The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A colossal, metallic temple sprawls across the surface of a gas giant's moon, its facade etched with intricate glyphs from the Picatrix. Water's seeping through the metallic structure, forming a crystalline latticework that seems to be shifting, like... rearranging its pattern in real-time. Above, the gas giant's swirling storm clouds are somehow echoing the pattern, as if reflecting the crystalline structure's layout onto the planet itself, despite the thousands of kilometers between them. Uh, the air's charged with an intense, metallic smell, and a perpetual storm seems to be brewing around us.