The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, colossal stone statues of some sort of long-extinct, multi-tentacled creature are half-submerged in the stagnant, algae-covered waters of a still lake, reflecting a sickly, yellowish-green haze that clings to the air like a wet shroud. Ancient, fossilized fungal growths writhe across the rocky shoreline like grasping fingers, casting long shadows across the water in the faint, eerie light of a miniature, unmoving sun hanging low in the sky. The air reeks of decay and rot, and I can feel a strange, pulsating energy emanating from the depths of the lake. It's raining blood.