The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gnarly, twisted vines are choking a half-submerged, cyclopean temple in the middle of a swamp, its entrance partially hidden beneath the murky water. The air's thick with the stench of decay and heavy with mist that's somehow being pulled into the temple, like, creating a weird, rippling effect on the surface of the water. Umm, inside, I can see this massive, crystalline lens thing refracting the faint, pulsing light of the setting sun, and it's somehow projecting a perfectly still, holographic image of the entire fucking city of Babylon onto the surrounding mist. The water's calm, no wind.