The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: A festering, crimson-red lake stretches out before a twisted, ancient temple, its entrance guarded by massive, cyclopean stone statues with bulging, blood-shot eyes that appear to be slowly weeping a viscous, tar-like substance. The air's heavy with the stench of decay and rot, and the humidity's so high it feels like a perpetual mist clings to everything, as a sickly yellow haze hangs low over the water's surface. Umm, the sky above appears to be literally bleeding, with slow-moving rivulets of gore dripping down towards the lake like some twisted, celestial waterfall.