The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Rain's coming down pretty heavy on what looks like a massive, ancient temple made entirely out of worn, weathered skateboards... it's just sitting in the middle of a huge, empty reservoir, somehow. Uh, the air's really humid and it's making all the wood creak, as the smell of wet earth and mold fills my nostrils. A bunch of old, peeling movie posters are plastered all over the temple's entrance, which is guarded by two stone statues of giant, mutated raccoons wearing sunglasses. The sun's a faint blur above the horizon, like it's late afternoon.