The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A crystal-clear lagoon sits within a sprawling, ruined temple complex overgrown with vines and creepers. The air's super still and warm, smells like wet stone, and there's this sweet, almost metallic tang from a bunch of blooming hibiscus plants scattered everywhere. Water's trickling silently down worn, stone steps, creating a mirrored reflection of the surrounding foliage, but it's somehow flowing upwards, forming impossible rivulets that seem to defy gravity, like it's being sucked back into the walls themselves. The sky above's a pale blue, but it's somehow reflecting an image of the lake's surface, like it's being projected onto the atmosphere itself.