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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, water's seeping through tiny cracks in a sprawling, intricately carved obsidian temple, casting a grid of reflected sunlight across its facade. Air pressure's really low, and the smell of myrrh is heavy in the air as these perfectly uniform, swirling whirlpools churn in the nearby salt flats, drawing in sand and debris with an otherworldly slowness. The temple's architecture seems to be subtly shifting and reforming itself in response to the whirlpools, like it's somehow bound to their movements, while the air remains still and silent, devoid of even a breeze. Sun's directly overhead.