The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, a sprawling, ancient temple complex is stretching out in every direction, the stone structures reflecting the warm, golden light of a late afternoon sun. The air's thick with the scent of frankincense and has this charged, electric feel to it, like before a thunderstorm. A series of perfectly identical, gemstone-encrusted columns are somehow seamlessly shifting into one another, reforming the overall structure of the temple without creating any sound or disturbing the surrounding environment. A school of iridescent, serpent-like creatures is slithering through the columns, their bodies syncing up with the low-frequency hum of the shifting stone.