The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A swirling vortex of iridescent water droplets surrounds a massive, crystalline temple, as if anchored to the structure itself, which appears to be...some kind of dimensional pivot. The air's thick and heavy with an electric charge, like just before a storm, and the scent of ozone and honeysuckle wafts through the misty veil, which somehow doesn't obscure my view of the cyclopean pillars etched with symbols from the Tsath Yogga scripture. Umm, water's trickling upwards through the pillars, somehow defying gravity to replenish a series of tiny, gemstone orbs suspended in the arches, as an otherworldly glow seeps from the stones.