@Everyone:
The entire Temple trembles with ancient, arcane power! A psychic shockwave explodes outwards from the platform atop the structure, striking all around it to the ground and shaking the fern forests to their core!
The power washes over you and as some fall unconscious, you all feel your vision darken.
Suddenly, you are adrift in cold night, uncaring alien stars glaring malevolently from the impossible depths of interstellar space.
Across the black vista sweeps a line of celestial force, a thread perhaps of the very fabric that binds the universe together. Your mind’s eye follows that etheric strand as it describes the weft and weave of reality, converging on a single star lost to the depths of night. The star is blazing so brightly it nigh blinds you, yet you meet its celestial gaze without blinking. Across its seething face passes a small, black orb, which in a moment more has expanded to fill your entire field of vision.
Upon the surface of the orb, now revealed to be a verdant world beloved of the ancients, lies a rune. It is a thing of utter beauty, yet it shatters even as you watch, shards splitting off as if in slow motion to careen across space. Each shard of the broken rune comes to rest far away, each upon the surface of a different world to lie, undiscovered, for eons.
With a start you return to the real world.