The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, the air's heavy with incense as ravens made of iridescent mist congregate around a glowing, crystalline pagoda, its facets reflecting hues of sapphire and amethyst. The sky above's a deep, burning crimson, like the sun's stuck in perpetual dusk, casting an eerie glow over the surrounding, twisted, cyclopean ruins. The pagoda seems to be... breathing, its crystalline structure slowly expanding and contracting, as if it's alive, while the mist-ravens coalesce and disperse in rhythmic, mesmerizing patterns.