The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a massive, crystalline temple rises out of a still, mercury-colored lake, its facets reflecting the pale light of the setting twin suns. The air's got a faint metallic smell, and it's pretty heavy, like there's a storm brewing, but it's dead calm. Water's pouring up the sides of the temple, defying gravity, and then freezing into intricate, swirling patterns on the crystal surface. The only sound is the creaking of ancient wooden beams somewhere within the temple, echoing across the silent lake.