The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Thick, syrupy water cascades down a series of intricately carved, crystalline stairs, like, somehow creating miniature whirlpools in mid-air. Uh, I'm surrounded by what appears to be an ancient Minoan palace, half-buried in a spongy, pulsing moss that seems to be drawing energy from the air itself. A massive, stone labrys lies shattered on the ground, its mirrored reflection somehow merging with a swirling vortex of iridescent colors that seems to be existing independently of the surrounding environment. The air is heavy with the scent of wet stone and overgrown vegetation, and it's eerily still, as if the very atmosphere itself is waiting in anticipation.