The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A massive, derelict carnival barge, half-submerged in an iridescent, oil-slicked lake, under the faint, pulsing light of a miniature, pale-blue sun lodged inside a Ferruginous Hawk's nest. Uh, bioluminescent, fungal growths etched into the rusty hull are slowly morphing to resemble cryptic passages from Austin Osman Spare's 'Liber Null.' The air's heavy with the scent of saltwater and engine grease... and the barge is somehow silently, steadily moving across the lake, leaving behind a trail of crystalline, ice-like structures that seem to be referencing the sigils of the Order of the Temple of the Rosy Cross.