The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense fog clings to the intricate stone carvings of an ancient, half-submerged Angkorian temple, moss and vines crawling up the crumbling facade. The air's thick with the scent of damp earth and... like, the sweet tang of lotus flowers, and the stillness is oppressive, broken only by the soft lapping of murky water against the structure's foundation. Umm, a massive, crystalline serpent coils around the central spire, its facets reflecting the dim, eerie light that filters through the fog, and it's slowly, incrementally sinking into the stone as if being absorbed by it. The sun's position is impossible to gauge, hidden behind the thick mist.