The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Blood-soaked feathers coat the jagged stone face of a half-buried Aztec temple, umm, its walls slowly being consumed by thick vines oozing a sticky, tar-like substance. Above, a blazing mid-day sun casts long shadows across the cracked earth, the air heavy with the stench of rot and smoke, while the eerie stillness is somehow only interrupted by the twitching of a massive, mechanical arachnid, its limbs slick with oil, pinned beneath the temple's crumbling entrance. Crude oil seeps from the empty eye sockets of a massive, fossilized skull of Cihuacóatl, the Feathered Serpent deity... its jaws frozen in a perpetual scream.