The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic, twisted crystal formations are jutting out of the walls of a massive, abandoned temple carved directly into the side of a granite mountain. Umm, the air's thick with the smell of honey and smoke, and it's pretty humid, like after a storm, but it's dead still - no wind at all. Shafts of light are piercing the mist that's gathering near the crystal tips, somehow forming a perfectly coherent image of the Ouroboros in the air, and the crystals are... healing, or regenerating, or something - they're filling in cracks and gaps like they're alive.