The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm... Rusted surgical tools litter the edge of a putrid, algae-covered pool, with disembowelled fish still thrashing around in the murky water despite being gutted. Like, the air reeks of rotting flesh and ozone, and there's an electric charge hanging heavy over everything. I can see a decrepit, stone statue of a creature resembling Zha'thik, the Crawling Chaos, partially submerged at the pool's center, with glowing tendrils of what looks like black, fungal hyphae snaking out from the cracks in its stone skin and into the surrounding rocks.