The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Uh, massive, ancient cypress trunks are piercing through the still surface of a lake, their knotted roots tangled around what looks like a partially submerged, ruined temple. The air's heavy with the scent of decay and the sun's beating down, casting an iridescent sheen on the water's surface - like, it's reflecting impossible colors that don't belong to the visible spectrum or something. Water's slowly trickling from the trunks into the lake, creating these delicate, lace-like patterns on the surface. The sky above is a pale, milky white, with the sun positioned directly overhead, somehow casting no shadows.