The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Water's splashing against the hull of a half-submerged, ancient stone temple, umm, partially buried in the silt of a massive, dried-up lakebed. Air's heavy with the stench of decaying fish, but there's also this faint, pulsating hum that's making my skin prickle, like the air's charged with electricity. Outside, a sprawling network of what looks like fiber optic "tendrils" is spreading across the lakebed, pulsing with a soft blue-green light that's somehow nourishing a carpet of bioluminescent, iridescent plants that are thriving in the arid environment. Sun's beating down directly overhead.