The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: I'm facing this half-dissected, rotting great white shark that's just suspended in a giant glass jar filled with murky, yellow formaldehyde, the stench of decaying fish making my stomach turn... Uh, the jar's sitting in the middle of a cramped, old, stone temple filled with Khmer carvings of asuras, and the air's pretty still, except for these tiny, almost invisible worms swimming around in the jar, their tiny movements creating these tiny ripples in the liquid. Outside, the sun's setting through a sickly brown haze, casting this eerie orange light on everything. The formaldehyde seems to be dripping upward, forming tiny, suspended droplets near the jar's lid.