The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A swirling vortex of iridescent feathers fills the air, like... the aftermath of a massive bird collision or something. The feathers drift lazily to the ground, covering the intricately carved steps leading up to a massive, ancient temple dedicated to the Mesopotamian god Pazuzu, the air's thick with the scent of wet earth and stormy weather. The sky above is a deep, foreboding grey, with the sun hidden behind the dense, rain-heavy clouds. Uh, a chunk of what looks like a perfectly intact, inverted iceberg somehow hangs suspended inside the temple, surrounded by an eerie, motionless halo of frost.